Me At Night Wondering How I Fucked Up My Life So Bad

Fr bro

i never fucking asked to be here

BAHAHAHAHAH SAME

"fuck you my child is completely fine"

Your child has 8 pencil sharpeners yet none of them have the blades in them and wears hoodies in the summer

It's me I'm the child

I myself am an ashtray. I keep lighting up and

stubbing myself out.

I take a breath and consume my own smoke.

Poison after poison,

my knack for self-preservation outweighs

my self-destruction by a single ash.

Where do I keep these butts of hope?

Half charred reminders that I almost

burnt out completely, twenty times over.

I paint it from every angle, but the truth remains:

Self-inflicted damage won’t disguise the

marks someone else left.

I’m such. A fucking. Failure.

What the actual fuck. It's fine man. They don't know your story so please don't take it to heart.

Why man

Some kids saw my cuts on my wrist and started making jokes that made me for sad and uncomfortable. This happened on Monday.

all days are the same. i don’t feel alive anymore.

I love my scars, they are part of me and my story, they are proof that I survived although it was not easy. I still have demons within me, but I hope there will come a time when I will be happy and free from it all. I'm not ashamed of my scars, I don't hide them, neither should you all either because everyone has a story they've struggled with, but it's proof that we're still here after that all. It is not others business and fuck their looks or comments.