When I Told You “im Yours” I Never Meant It In A Cute Way. Possess Me, Control Who I Talk To, Choose

God I hate that I'm lowkey so obsessed with my friend like if my friend doesn't message me I'm not happy but the second I get a text I jumping with joy I wish I wasn't so obsessed with my friend

A little poem I wrote

Tw sh mentioned

Tap tap tap

All I hear is tap tap tap tap

It changes as it gets louder click clack tap click clack tap

I want it to stap to sound makes me want to rip out my heart as I'm begging it to stop

It grows louder click clack bang tap tap tap tap

I can't take it and I find my escape

The cold silver that will take it all away

A new sound it made

Slice

The noise stops and all I hear is the hum of the van every since theat day I slice my skin to make the noise go away

I’ve been engaging in behaviours not beneficial to my wellbeing

i was born weird and i will die fucking weird

I can't even speak without an argument starting what's the point of respecting you when you don't respect me I can't even breathe in this goddammit house without its being rude

Sh culture is wanting help but not wanting help because you don't want to be viewed as the cutter freak

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Me core

my own brain sickens me.