I Just Tried To Write A Poem N Almost Died. Never Trying To Get In Touch W My Emotions Again !!!

Ready to split my head open on some concrete to stop these thoughts from continuing

things i’ll not call you a whore for:

sexual activity

how you dress

things i’ll call you a whore for:

stealing my food 

stealing my lemons

my cat likes you more than me

You should be able to kill yourself once a week to maintain your sanity

i don’t feel like there’s really any true “me” under all of the masks i’ve made to cope with my bpd and autism…. i did that to appear normal and to make myself likable but i’ve never known who i was outside of my interests…

i'm so touch starved. Will u please punch me in the face

Kissing is overrated, stab me.