My Fucked Up Life

This is how I feel sometimes.

This is how I feel sometimes.

Razor blade

Dontsliceyourwristdontsliceyourwristdontsliceypurwristdontsliceyourwrist.

Shit I want to slice my wrist.

This is so true about cutting.

This is so true about cutting.

Cut me.

I stare at the blade repeating in my head no no no.

I’m nearly on the verge of tears.

The blade stares back at me screaming let me make you bleed.

I continue saying no.

As I realize the blade has taken control.

The one thing I thought I could control has now turned on me.

So here I go cutting my skin open again.

Caring.

I feel like nobody fucking cares about me anymore.

I feel like nobody wants to be around me.

I feel like everyone stopped caring what I had to say a long time ago.

Fuck.

I just want someone to care for me.

I feel so fucking lost and broken in my sad and pathetic life.

I just need someone there for me and it seems like nobody is.

I wish I didn’t feel the way I do.

I wish that I could be happy.

I wish that I didn’t think about suicide.

I wish that I didn’t think I was fat.

I wish I didn’t cut myself.

But it is too late now and I am spiraling out of control.

If you heard…

If you heard tomorrow that I took my own life what would you do?

Would you miss me?

Would you cry?

Would you come to my funeral?

Would you even fucking care?