21.05.2019 06.34
We’re supposed to be each other first thought in the morning, but mine is blood and yours is death.
it’s my mom’s birthday tomorrow. my dad said that i’m useless. i can’t fo anything right. what about the card i made for her? what about the decorations i put up? no, still not enough. just keep yeling at me. i know how much you hate your child. what if i would just disappear? everything would be better without me, am i right, father? you make me relapse everytime, and i’m glad that you’re helping me with that. i can feel the blade cutting into my arms, making beautiful red lines. i can feel the blood running down. i can clean up the mess i made afterwards. just because of your help. that’s nice, isn’t it, father? i hope you’re proud of your little useless miserable child. you make me feel so horrible, that i caress my neck with my scissors. that i bawl my eyes out. that i can finally feel relieved again. now it’s time to hide the cuts. i’m very good at this. thank you father.
Frrrrr
me at literally any minor inconvenience…
me: i want to kill myself
best friend: wtf?! why??
me: i spilled milk
best friend:…so clean it?
me: no, you don’t understand…i must die now
everythings just been getting worse and worse. i couldn’t take the empty feeling in my chest any longer. i picked up one of my old blades and it took away all the sadness i felt:/. i feel happy n at peace now… things really are getting worse.
Tonight’s activities🍓
TW: BLOOD.
The only thing that makes me feel alive.
“Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brain”
BMTH // Aligator Blood
Nobody:
My brain: …you should just go kill yourself it would make everything so much better