Andd this is why I cut myself off from everyone and no longer reply to messages :)
Friendships/relationships are exhausting, and I’m starting to wonder if its even worth it anymore. I’m the only one who tries anymore. I’m the only one sending the first text, I’m the only one who initiates hanging out, I’m the only one who cares. What’s even the point?
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.
damn it's been some time and blood looks much mire vibrantvtjan i remember
Me: *cuts myself at every minor inconvenience*
Me when the smallest cigarette ash burns me: BRO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
My scars have been fading as well and their barely there at this point but if you really want to see them you can, this is exactly how I feel.
You can’t see them anymore, my scars, unless you really want to.
I have photos to prove that they were there.
And I have enough hatred for myself left to see them now.
They’re going to get clearer and clearer and I’m going to hate myself more and more and I don’t want people to put up with that.
But at the same time, I can’t bring myself to keep them faded.
Because they’re a part of me, now, forever. Battle scars.
Maybe, also, it’s a part of feeling valid. As if seeing them makes me entitled to the bad days that I occasionally have. The days of suffocating panic and the constant ‘scars, scars, scars, scars’ that runs through my head.
Well, look. I don’t have these days often, and they come with the reappearance of my scars in summertime.
So, really, I’m just silly.
I just want to love myself. Scars and all.
And I can’t just get rid of them. That wouldn’t be fair.
So what am I meant to do?
Ignoring them doesn’t work, and hiding them isn’t practical.
They’re starting to reappear, slowly. The sun has that effect.
I dislike it but why am I making no effort to fix it?
I think I covered that, but I do have the tendency to circle.
I want to cry and that is remarkably stupid but I do.
I do.
Faxx 🌚🖤