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.

The pain never truly goes away. Like my demons, it hides in the shadows of my mind, waiting for a pure moment to grasp.

In the morning, the dreadful morning, the day begins. From pain, I continue to experience aporia. And as I witness this terrible feeling, the voices in my head shout and whisper. I start to dubiously wonder who I am.

My imagination hurts me more than reality.

You can live with dignity, you can’t die with it.

If I become really silent, I can hear them. Daring me to do things. Things that in my right mind, I would not do. And at the end of the day, when the whispers die out, I find out that I am just a little bit broken.

Arrogance has to be earned.

Pain never goes away. You just have to make room for it.

I’m foolishly hoping for for purpose to come and find me.

I was a human before you killed me.

Religion is not the opiate of the masses. It is the placebo of the masses.

Little do you know I’m still haunted by the memories.

Hello💛