I love you but my story cannot go on any longer
Im the sequel no one wanted
Im the story the writer hates the most
Im the book searching desperately for an ending
For a close
You're the person who wants it to go on
But a book cant go on forever
I want to go back to a time when no one cared so I could destroy myself without feeling guilty
i have the urge to hurt myself every single day. it's all i think about and yet i don't. and then i hate myself for not doing so.
I feel... wrong for not being covered in scars and not taking control of the uncontrollable. i don't know how to explain it
I don't need someone to talk to. I need someone to kill me.
One day we shall grow wings
One day we shall feel free
The thoughts that drag us down
Rip our skin
And cloud our skys
Won't be able to touch us
We will be above the clouds
In a place that no one's seen
The people who spit in our faces
Prod at our hearts
And watch us sink low
Won't be able to touch us
We will br above the clouds
In a place where no one's been
There no tears shall be shed
Except for ones of relief
And our hearts will open
We cant feel pain in the palace in the sky
Will you hold my hand as we fly?
One day we will grow wings
Friend may I propose: The Wisp Sings
I want someone to love me
To choose me, to risk something for me
God knows no one has tried
My existence feels wrong. Like I wasn't even supposed to be here to begin with.
Kill meeee i cant do this shitttt its all to much
i’m not getting better anyways so why not get worse
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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