I just want to scream. And to think you won’t even know it if I slit my wrists and bleed out. I hope when that days come that you try to talk to me once more, and I’ve already left my barely beating heart.

it’s too late..

Please, be here and hold me. You’re the only one I need.

Stop trying to get my attention and pretending to be my helpful hand. I’m too busy growling at you in discomfort to take it. So fuck off.

You’re really the only thing I live for anymore.

Relapse. Fuck.
I can’t get up.
My skin doesn’t fit.
This isn’t me.

I have no idea where my brain went.