"How do you cope with your disorders?"
I don't.
My existence feels wrong. Like I wasn't even supposed to be here to begin with.
"everything will be alright" yeah maybe after I die
When I die
Will you look for me in the sunset
As the light drains from the sky
And the stars creep in
Will you look for me in the sunset
As colors come and go
And time slows
Will you look for me in the sunset
As I watch you grow old
And move on
Will you look for me in the sunset
Because then mabye
I could feel beutiful
Pretty like blood in snow
Pretty like feathers in a vase
Pretty like dried flowers
Pretty like art of bones
Pretty like decaying fleah
Pretty like rotting stones
Pretty like tired nights
Pretty like dying leaves
Pretty like broken glass
Pretty like bleach stains on a black shirt
Pretty and fragile
Pretty and gone
None of this would’ve been an issue if I just killed myself at 16
I so badly want to absolutely cvt all over my arms but I had to go and tell one person and now they check my arms. You wanna help me? Let me freaking cvt
overestimating how much you mean to someone really fucks you in the head
Tw sui talk and attempt
Me having to support my boyfriend after I tried to kms and apologising.
Am I selfish for wanting to scream that mabye it was harder for me??
Am I selfish for wanting the tiniest bit of support??
Like im sorry I tried to kill myself but obviously im going through some shit.
He then proceeded to dump on me how he was sucicudial and acted like he got it
I'd been suicidal for as long as I can remember
Im sorry me killing myself fucked with him I really am
But I feel like he didn't even bother to consider that mabge it fuxked with me
Mabye I get flashbacks and panic attacks because of it
life fuxking sucks man he him/ I post shit about my horrid mental health. and write potery. general tw of my blog
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