#i hate life
What I really want:
Someone to stab my foot.
I want to be wanted as much as I want others.
I want to be someone’s favorite person, mutually.
But no matter what I do, I’m still always the side thought.
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not the biggest fan of how all everyday tasks have to be repeated again and again. girl why am i sisyphus i didn’t even cheat death
She Painted a Lovely Picture
She painted a lovely picture
But there’s a shocking twist
Her brush was a razor
Her canvas, her wrist
She painted a lovely picture
In the color blood red
Using her paint brush
She finally ends up dead
Her picture’s fading
Slowly on her arm
Her heart isn’t pumping
She can no longer do harm
She painted a lovely picture
And here’s the shocking twist
Her mind was the razor
Het heart was her wrist
We’re all broken teens looking for an exit in this maze we’re trapped in
fucking-voices-kill-me
¿¿I ɯɐ oɥM
Ḧ̸̻͙͖̖̩͖̭͇́́̕ë̵̬́͂͊͑̈́͐̆̕͝l̸̡̗̖͓͓͓͓͇̪͙̾͝ṕ̴̛̣͇̳̗͓͖͇̀̇̈́̋͋̍ ̶̛̩͚̭̾̏̌͐̆̚m̵̫̀͗̀̔͂̂̓͝Ȩ̸̨̙̫͈͓̖̠̪͐̆͛͘
It’s drowning my voice…
All those moments where I could’ve gone away, why in the world have I chosen to stay? ….because I’m afraid of being forgotten…
fucking-voices-kill-me
bro tumblr tripping
I stand here,
I hold myself high,
I smile,
And try not to cry.
What am I meant to do?
I act like everything is alright,
I fake a life I would kill for,
I tell everyone I am okay,
God I even tell myself that.
What am I meant to do?
I have no purpose,
I am not the person I should be,
I don’t exist in the world like everyone else,
I float aimlessly,
Who should I be?
I sit there alone,
Blame myself,
Hate myself,
I pull my hair out,
I slit my paper thin skin,
I burn my flesh.
What am I doing with my life?
No one knows me now,
I sit alone on my floor,
A sobbing mess,
I take the blade and slit too deep.
I am drained of blood,
My skin is cold and I am gone.
