I want to vent for days telling you every ounce of my life and when I'm finished I don't want you to tell me it's going to get better. I need you to write that I'll never be safe again and that I'm ruined and should end it now. I need you to reassure me."You are a goner" sweetly.
Dont touch me I'll die. I'll grab that pen and plunge it into my neck I'll never ever let you touch me ever again. I feel so unsafe you are the reason why I can't trust anyone. You are the reason why I relive the same moments in my head over and over with fear and emptiness.
This lost child always looked in the mirror and when they forced a smiled, they cried. Who is that smiling? What are they happy about! This frustration drowned them each day. Who am I supposed to be without my awful past? They thought so hard and now they know.. nobody.
I'll always look the same no matter how many scars and weightloss I try to cover myself up with I'll always be that traumatised child standing there with an emptiness.. an emptiness that has ruined and consumed me and made me unrecognisable to who I thought I was.
Can we just be friends in the way we know each other but never talk. I can't afford talking or attaching myself to anyone the dissapointment is agonising and I just need attention. I need reassurance I exist here even when it all never makes sense.
You think this is my behaviour? You believe that every word I say is me wanting to shake the people around me to death. Will you still think this once I'm dead? How am I supposed to live without coping. Will you still even stay with me if I care about your words now? No? Fine.
Sex. I don't like it yet I need it. It took my innocence so I crave it. Remind me yet again why iam so lost. Remind me why my body is not mine anymore. Remind me of the touch you imprinted on me. I can still smell you..hear the voice that demanded my hopelessness.
Who are you to dream about me. Who are to think that I want to be inside your head. It's all too dark to think and so the silence makes my ears bleed. If I exist only inside of you I'll need to carve and rip you to parts until all that's left is me...again. I'm so lonely...
Don't call me. Don't talk to me. I miss you but I'd rather you dead then leave me again. Whenever I'm around you I hate you and whenever you are gone I'm heartbroken. You knew it.. yet you still left.
I wont kiss you, i wont touch you i wont talk to you ill just keep you warm with my gaze. Im so cold and humanity takes away the very light that keeps me sane. Now its dark. I lied to you. Ill kill you. Ill hurt you for even thinking about my presense. Its you that made me exist!
Whatever am i supposed to do. Its like I'm too many people stuck inside of one person. How am I supposed to continue or make any choice without regret and grief of the past.
If i write or you see me saying something quetsionable or disturbing iam not harming anyone whatsoever these are intrusive thoughts that i express in order to not go actually insane. Its a sense of comfort and if u think i should get another coping mechanism get off shedtwt