i couldn’t sleep last night so flatsound.
Now that I know what it means to be dead, I can start living again.
all those scratches on your little arms are spelling out i’m sorry…
But drinking cough syrup when you didn’t have a cough is ironic because in reality you’re sicker than you thought but like hearing new music and being to afraid to turn it up virgin blood told me to stop at the surface cuts and sometimes i wouldn’t eat more than a couple nights and sometimes id go a week and not sleep more than a couple nights.
I’ll go to sleep at a decent time when i find something worth waking up for
I get so lost in the thought of life that i forget to start living mine i can feel its weight on my chest like i am drowning.
I didn’t dodge your bullets i just denied they hit me so when my body is bleeding i wont admit that this hurts because admitting isn’t fixing so then what is it worth?
I exist. I exist. I exist.
And to all the self destructive people who feel they’ll never be themselves again just know i understand that self inflicted pain is self defense so don’t sell yourself short or label yourself as stupid because when you’ve hit rock bottom every movement is self improvement.
These monsters in my closet are watching over me the days are getting shorter and at night its hard to sleep.