i am venting so that i don't do something terrible
3 weeks ago
what you are about to read is an accurate depiction of my frustration self hatred and overall depression i feel being in this fucking house serving two cunts who i want to stop loving show them my favorite finger and delete myself from life quick warning this is gonna get dark
*stabbing burning screaming*
this process is only a temporary reprieve the cries of children fill my ears as my sanity escapes me
i lay in my prison cell also known as my room my blood escaping me my wounds festering i don't even scream any more no one ever listens no one ever cares
by the next morning my body instantly heals my memory slightly cleansed but then i proceed to reawaken to the nightmares that is my mental state
topped by more screams and berating from heartless women each one terrible in there own way
soon my self hatred begins to consume me my tears build up but don't come out my mind fantasizes about the peace of my own death
as i think of a plan to destroy my life i remember the light the small but gentle warmth that keeps me going holding this warmth in my hands i cry heavily
i want to die i don't wanna see tomorrow i cry and cry knowing no one will care
why do i think these things why do i hurt the way i do why the fuck was i put in a family of cunts who end up hurting me for just being me
my screams fill the air until my voice becomes horse i pass out knowing it will all happen tomorrow
*stabbing burning screaming*
this process is only a temporary reprieve the cries of children fill my ears as my sanity escapes me
i lay in my prison cell also known as my room my blood escaping me my wounds festering i don't even scream any more no one ever listens no one ever cares
by the next morning my body instantly heals my memory slightly cleansed but then i proceed to reawaken to the nightmares that is my mental state
topped by more screams and berating from heartless women each one terrible in there own way
soon my self hatred begins to consume me my tears build up but don't come out my mind fantasizes about the peace of my own death
as i think of a plan to destroy my life i remember the light the small but gentle warmth that keeps me going holding this warmth in my hands i cry heavily
i want to die i don't wanna see tomorrow i cry and cry knowing no one will care
why do i think these things why do i hurt the way i do why the fuck was i put in a family of cunts who end up hurting me for just being me
my screams fill the air until my voice becomes horse i pass out knowing it will all happen tomorrow
I won't try to confort you
But know that i see your pain in these words
And Know that i hope you can be better and recover from this pain and love yourself more.