ive added another scar to the collection- my blade is becoming duller and duller, i’ll need a new one soon
i think the only reason i hate summer is because its warm, and when its warm that means i cant cover the countless scars my family is oblivious to
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a therapist would be my bet right now, otherwise im going to continue drowning within this endless pool of demons and blood
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the reality is hard, it kicks in painfully and it’s the worst thing you’ll feel in your life, i’m addicted to the pain i feel as the blade cuts deep, i’m addicted to the tears i cry every night before i sleep, im addicted to the endless lies my mother tells me, i’m addicted to the feeling of being empty, im addicted to being alone with the demons while i scream for help but no one seems to hear me
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a lot of times my friends tell me im pretty and every time i respond with a smile and a “thank you, but i dont think i am” and they always tell me “shut up, you’re a goddess, how could you think that about yourself?” and to answer that- when you spend every second of your life looking into the mirror and picking out the little things that make you hate yourself you realize you’d rather be someone else, you realize all the little imperfections that you hate
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a woman lives different from a man, she’s raised to believe that if a hand is raised to her for opening her mouth, that she deserved it
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i have an addiction, an addiction to the pills that sit upon her dresser, one by one i swallow them until the bottle is empty, and slowly, minute by minute, i begin to fade away
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i spent years with a woman my father claimed he loved, i spent years putting up with her remarks, watching her try to take place where she didnt fit, i watched him come running when he realized how fu*ked we were if we stayed longer, and then i watched as he ran back searching for what couldnt be found
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girls are meant to be mannered, they wear frilly dresses and cute skirts, but i dont, i like the jeans that make me feel secure, i like the long-sleeve shirts that hide the memories, and i love the way no one can see the way he hurt me
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my first quote was written when it was cold outside, my fingers were red and numb from the weather, yet my arm pooled with blood that wouldnt stop flowing, my first quote was ‘goodbye’