Choosing you after all you went through isnot being selfish

You owe the fight to your heart.The heart you broke in expecting...in loving...in dying day after day.You owe it to you🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I spread misery wherever I go because I feel nothing else.

The scars on my arm remind me of what I so deeply crave to forget.

If no one hates you, you’re doing something wrong.

When I posted this poem it took me a lot because that poem held too much of me and my pain and it was too bloody but I posted it because my story had to be said for the ones that couldnt say things about their story...my life had to be told so others couldnt have to feel alone...Everything about this channel is me being a voice...and I trusted you guys with it though you knew who I was so now I hope you trust me with yours.It doesn't have to be a poem or a perfect story and you dont have to tell your name...leave me your story in my inbox and let others know you face the pain too...that they are not alone...identity hidden...when I get back I will post it on the channel...you can be the voice too...let's be there for eachother
#mystory is #yourstory

Till then here is something from my draft👇

Cut myself today...for no reason at all..I wasnt happy...I wasnt sad...things were not good not bad...things were starting to feel right but something I wasn't aware of was wrong...a loneliness I couldnt suffocate with pillows...with tears...with music...with water...with blood was troubling me so I decided to slit .....DEEP...till it hurt nomore...Like somehow the secret was engraved in my veins...
-Yeab T🥀-

I wish I could go to space and stare at the dark side of the moon. I thinkI would see my own reflection in it.

I looking at the stars and wishing I could fly with them.

Rolling up a gram and lost in my thoughts.

Sometimes I just feel so disconnected from everything and everyone around me. It scares me, but it also gives me some kind of peace

Brain are awesome. I wish everybody had one.

The truth hurts. You can’t change. And some say time heals wounds. But we all know thats bullshit. That comes from people that have nothing original to say. Time heals shit. Doing things heals wounds. Anyone who says otherwise is the happiest person alive.

I wish that I could look at you with empathy. Sometimes I feel like I became what you was scared to be. Which makes it really hard to look at you with sympathy. ‘Cause if I’m feeling bad for you, then I have to feel bad for me. And that’s just something I feel like we don’t deserve. That’s why I’m always looking down on you, I know it hurts. I’m sure you have a lot of questions that I’ve been tryna search to find us both some answers. I’ll be here for you if things get worse.

I don’t know why I do it. Maybe the cold steel on my wrist just feels good. Maybe I like looking at the blood. Maybe I’m just looking for something. Something that will release me from this pain. Maybe it’s because it makes me forget what I so desperately crave to forget. Maybe the thoughts of death just simply amuse me. Maybe I feel like the secret to happiness is locked somewhere deep in my veins.

Being sad makes me happy.

Life is pain! I wake up every morning in pain! I go to work in pain! You know how many times I wanted to just give up?! How many times I’ve thought about ending it?!

People don’t change. They just become fo who they really are.