Run Away Before It's Too Late
Depressed
All the fight and strength leaves my body once we're back home. I go to my room masquerading my facade. I drop all the bags and run my fingers over my tattoos. Well...there goes two more places that I used to self harm on. At least I have all the others still.
I grab a lighter and start burning my arm. I hiss when the flame first touches my skin. I always do. It's kind of like a natural reflex I suppose. I repeat the action with my left arm. I don't rinse it with cool water. I let the burning feeling consist. It feels good, ya know?
I finally get up and rinse my burns after a good ten minutes. I sigh and lay back down in my bed. Let me forget everything. Let my body forget how to breathe, my heart how to bear. Let me die. I slip into unconsciousness.
Notes
I'm so sick and tired of living right now. My sister just screamed at me: "Yeah cause all your other friends left you when they found out you're crazy!" She says I'm crazy and insane cause I went in the hospital for my issues. I'm so sick and fucking tired of how they all treat me. Like I'm a fucking doorstep. No more. Fuck them and their shit. @TheSupposedlySatanicOne's comment made me feel slightly better! Thanks. Now I don't feel like a complete and utter useless piece of shit.
So what if you're "crazy". We're all "crazy" in our own way. Hell I'm even a little "crazy". Being "crazy" just means you're limited edition and not a washing machine. People need to think before they speak and open their minds before their mouths. Show them how it feels to be treated the way they treat you. Kick their a$$ a little.
One of my ex-friends went to a place that's a little similar to the place you went.
If you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen :)
8/17/16