tear me to shreds
I'm sick of this mad, mad world
make me someone's bride and count to ten
then blow my head out at the alter
I'm sick of this mad, mad world
I'm sick of the people
I'm sick of the doctors
I'm sick of YOU telling ME what's wrong with MY head
when it's MY head and NOT YOURS
make me into someone's dinner and say a prayer
tear me to shreds
I don't care
I don't deserve the things I want
kill me kill me kill me
what's the use?
have you seen the news?
buzz like flies in dog shit
I can't watch this
can't they get a clue?
history repeats too often
sitting still is not an option
I just wanna die
c'mon, kill me
I'll be fine
I have an unhealthy need for a masked man w big arms to put me in a chokehold...
Am I drunk? Maybe
Am I needy? Absolutely
Sorry I'm a freak. This is the tip of the iceberg babes I'm way worse ❤️
My troubled dreams
I hate that I can't talk about my issues more eloquently.
I've been alone for so much of my life. Like stuck in my bedroom starving deeply alone. All I do is panic and dissociate and distance myself from people. Because I don't know how to talk to people, and I don't think people actually want to be around me. I must be intimidating, or ugly, or something.
I just want attention. I dunno.
Is that so wrong?
If you’ve had a period of basically dissociating from a hard time of your life, you’ll know that doing even the littlest thing that has an effect in the real world vs on a screen can be so profound. Something as little as you doing a favor for someone, or someone noticing something about you that you didn’t think anyone would even pick up on bc your brain is all messed up about being perceived. Your living footprint is all muddied and murky. It takes a lot to even feel like you’re inhibiting your body. So consequences that come as a direct result of you just living, whether big or small, blow you away on an inexplicable level
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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