These past few days, or rather these past few years have been really draining. I think of ending things from time to time. Sometimes I make vivid plans of how I will end it all. Everything, for good. I always let the moment pass and I come face to face with myself at the end of the tunnel- the one which takes me days, sometimes weeks and maybe even months to escape- and I cannot face myself. My hands, they are always trembling, especially more when I see myself and realise how utterly shattered I had been to make such realistic plans of how I will kill myself. I convulse with disgust, from myself, of how I could think of it, so thoroughly at that. Every word I write is lightyears away from fleeting moments of such agonising misery and plans of departure.
Hey, why don’t you smile a little? Hey, why don’t you laugh more? Why do you laugh say so much ? Dude, you speak so much stop it you are annoying. You look like a mess, you look nice, hey that guy is staring at you, wear something nice, dont sit like that. You eat like a pig. You eat so little. Eat more. Eat less. You are fat. You are so skinny. You are rude. You are such a bitch etc etc shit. Well, you know what You and your opinions/ comments/ “ just saying” can go eff themselves cuz I don’t give a rat’s fart about it. I am just another teenage girl dealing with her hormones and stuff I am afraid and maybe not comfortable or anything to speak about, I have my own battles to fight so people who have to say crap to me can go dump themselves in their own shit cuz I honestly neither have time nor energy deal with anything more. Period. I am just another teenage girl who needs support sometimes, but won’t ever say it cuz duh, who would? I am just another teenage girl who needs...
afraid of falling concrete placement is what you're calling to all the ghosts you've met I stand here on this broken pavement wishing to freeze to death late night memories of us snuggled up in each other I take in your warmth for its the sole source of my nourishment in steams it leaves from my soul; the sadness comes back again as soon as you're gone I'll stand on this pavement till the last of me remains waiting for you to come and take me in your warm embrace
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