You sit on the floor of the shower
Your back to the wall
Wishing you weren’t a coward
Wishing you had the courage
To end it all
Telling yourself that it can’t possibly
Get any worse
And knowing that life will prove
You wrong
—  Me (suicidejunk)
We’re a generation that wears the iron in our veins like armor, and yet we’re continually cutting ourselves on our own rusting edges. We stitch ourselves back up with needles and ink, as if tattoos will keep our skin together and hot showers will wash away our childhood trauma. We’re a generation of peacemakers at war with ourselves; we bandage our cuts with white flags and rock ourselves to sleep in sinking ships.
—  molliefox, The In Between