Harmful Thoughts
I'd like to scratch myself until I can see myself ripped off and bleeding.
I'd like to cut myself until I can be scanned to every part of my body.
I'd like to bang myself on the wall until I feel numb and helpless.
I'd like to punch myself multiple times until bruises and spoils are visible.
I'd like to overdose myself with pills until I sleep forever.
I'd like to kill someone.
I'd like to kill.
I'd like to.
I'd like.
I.
I am better off alone and without here.
I am fucking tired.
I am sick of surviving and keep going.
I am drained.
I am not happy.
I am not okay.
When did I ever become okay?
To what extent should I say that I'm still okay?
What are the reasons why should I be okay?
Where would I get motivations to be okay?
When can I say I'm truly okay?