I'm A Mess

Everything you do is wrong. Everything about you is shit. Everything about you should die. You don’t deserve to live. No one wants you here. No one wants you here at all. No one cares. No one cares no one cares no one cares no one cares no one cares no one cares no one cares no one cares no one cares no one cares fucking do it do it so it kill yourself kill your self kill yourself. Kill yourself

I want to do it. I want to fucking do it. I want to kill myself I want to kill myself. I want to do it so badly it hurts. I can feel lt in my arms and in my wrists. I can feel the pang and the want and the need to cut until I can’t anymore. To only cut down and down and down and down and down because that way they can’t fix me. They can’t fix me and this can all finally be over. I can stop. I can finally stop.

I swear to god I can’t fucking take it anymore. Every single god damn day the voice inside my head tells me to kill myself. Everyday I hear the words kill yourself in my brain. Some days it’s just once and other days it’s unending. Right now the voice is telling me over and over to kill myself. To cut until I can’t stay awake. Until my arms are just one giant bloody mess. Until I’m dead and everyone that knows me can finally take a sigh of relief.

I don’t want to be in this body anymore

I’m ready to go ahead and kill myself now like wow can I just peace out already or what