It’s what I felt most of the time. Just empty.
I would stare up at the ceiling every night with a lot of things on my mind.
Like why I cant be good enough for the world.
Why am I like this?
I hate being myself but I gave up trying to recover awhile ago.
I can hardly last a day without cutting.
I’ve drifted from my friends.
I lock myself away in my room scared to face my family.
I cry every night.
I can’t stand myself.
I want to swallow a bunch of pills and feel even more numb and empty. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.
I want to down shots of vodka just for my throat to burn.
I want to be in so much pain that I don’t feel it.