Part of me loved the pain...well almost all of me loved the pain.because the pain made me bleed words and writing was the only thing I did to cope.And also because I knew that if ever I felt good I knew for sure the darkness was gonna come again so instead of having to be disappointed when it shows up the one time I wanted to be normal I decided that it was easy for myself to not let go of it at first place...
-Yeab T🥀-

I dreamt of a girl last time.she was kind of sick and feeling nauseous and shit so me and some other person I am not sure of his identity tried getting close to her but she was going to kill herself and she was holding a gun and when i got really close to her she shot herself through the head and I felt the noise like it was so loud and so unexpected that It almost like seemed so real....i felt this very disturbing sound like i couldnt think anything ....i couldn't move...and it was so suffocating and disturbing.................

Was that a sign to keep me from whatever I was thinking of doing to myself????I still don't know

If you can love the wrong 💔 person that much, imagine how much you can love the right one ❤️
@razalafpa

By laxxy d🖤

Bt laxxy d 🖤

If we cut for attention, why do we try so hard to hide it?

I wanted to forgive you so much that in the process of wanting to forgive you I hated God.In the process of wanting to let go of the hurt I hated myself,I cut myself to direct all my hatred towards you back to myself,I stopped coming across you because I would imagine myself strangling you,I locked myself in a dark room and fight to sleep,I sit in the shower for hours to make myself believe that it washes away all of the things that made me cling to that suffering you gave me.And in all that.in losing myself.in living a near death experience.in hating you at night and in waking up in the morning being able to hate you less.in my silence.in my tear drops.in my rotten wrists.in my living corpse.in all my broken pieces I am afraid that if you open your arms to me I will come running back to those same arms that destroyed my sanity.But no matter what happens that hate is engraved in me because you never were there...you couldnt see the suffering in my eyes and because I had to run from home in order to survive......
-Yeab T🥀-