#im trying

ty anon 🥹🫶🏼

Creepypasta oc, no face cause I’m horrible at drawing them. first post since I lost my other acc :b

I tell them I’m better. Because I rehearse the smile until it fits like a mask. But the counting never stops. I just learned to whisper it.Fried. Chocolate. Cream. Fizzy. Liquid. Syrup. Waffle. Dessert. Fear foods. A jury of knives. I walk past them and call it peace - Yet they still sleathily slice into my mindSo I drink something else. Sugar free poison. Zero calories. Zero mercy. Frees my mind but traps my body in a cage It tells me I’m in control. Then why am i withering away?.Control of what? Of numbers ticking like a bomb in my chest. One too much,everything explodesIm tired from 3am negotiations that I lose every time.They say I look healthy. They don’t see the poison I sip in secret. They don’t see how I move — a line of smoke slipping under doors, no sound, no heat, no warning. And the smoke alarm is broken. No one hears it. No one comes. Only I feel the burn. I miss it. Do I? I miss the cold that made me sharp as glass. The leash I held and called freedom. But even a key doesn’t help if you’re locked inside yourself.Am I trying? Or am I just better at disappearing? Sugar free poison burns the house Smoke fills every rooms And i don't cry out for help