The Anatomy of Tears
I hope you slit your fucking wrists.
I mean this is the metaphorical sense, so don't go grabbing any razors or knives you have so elegantly tucked beaneath your beds and pillows, in hasteful anticipation of selfishness, and in some situations, a lack thereof.
This life is getting older than suicide attempts. Sometimes I wish the sun would cease to proceed in its ordinary routine of rising. How boring. How cliche.
Sometimes I go days without talking....there is a comfort in silence....a certian understanding unattained through the ways of expression. Something I find neccissary to remain sane. To remain grounded. To remain whole.
I am happy.
Happier than I have been in a very long time.
Bleed yourself.
The Anatomy of Tears.
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I mean this is the metaphorical sense, so don't go grabbing any razors or knives you have so elegantly tucked beaneath your beds and pillows, in hasteful anticipation of selfishness, and in some situations, a lack thereof.
This life is getting older than suicide attempts. Sometimes I wish the sun would cease to proceed in its ordinary routine of rising. How boring. How cliche.
Sometimes I go days without talking....there is a comfort in silence....a certian understanding unattained through the ways of expression. Something I find neccissary to remain sane. To remain grounded. To remain whole.
I am happy.
Happier than I have been in a very long time.
Bleed yourself.
The Anatomy of Tears.
kb