Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I lay locked away in my room, trapped within thoughts that tell me that I am not good enough. I am never good enough - for anything or anyone. The thoughts that tell me that I am worthless. I listen to that person in my head screaming at me that my life is not worth living. That I have already fucked up everything and everyone enough. That I have ( Read more... )

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i'm exhausted. i'm done. i give up.

i can't take myself any longer.

i've lost just about everything/everyone now.
and i've become indifferent to being alone.
i used to fear it. because i do not trust myself.
i've never trusted myself completely alone.
but i do not have this fear of it anymore.
i just am. and, honestly, i always have been.
only, it is that much more obvious now.

...this is completely pointless. i just don' ( Read more... )

what.the.fuck?

really?

funny, i am right back to where i started...

"my head is filled with disease."

i learn to cry, and now, it is all that i can do.

i am so tired of being such a failure...

your skin,
oh yeah, your skin and bones
turn into something beautiful
and you know,
for you i'd bleed myself dry
for you i'd bleed myself dry

i wish my brain would shut off. i wish i could just be honestly happy for once. i wish i had people in my life who truly did care, who truly did love. i wish this post meant something. i wish i didn't hate myself.

i wish i had someone to talk to. i need someone to talk to.