I wanna cut so freaking badly right now.
(Source: everyoneliesandeveryonehurts, via fakelaughter-bleedingwrists)
o.o one cut
How do people do this?? Jeez. It’s so deep. Maybe I’m just a total pussy.
I feel like a neanderthal. I’m regressing.
Reverting back to my original form
of not knowing.
It’s a forgotten memory. Locked away behind a steel door.
Overgrown with thorns.
I cannot pick the lock. I cannot remember the combination. I cannot cut through the thistles.
The more I tug and pull, the more entangled I get.
The thornes and vines are like shackles.
A crown of thorns.
A locket of thistle.
Encroaching on my windpipe.
Squeezing and tearing into my throat.
Cutting. Carving. Gnawing.
My chest- Sliced through.
My heart, encased.
The nettle, like teeth, gnashing.
The barbs- thrust deep enough to choke my soul.
Deep in the cavern of despair.
A grotto of grotesque creatures.
Floating in a purgatory, yet it feels more like hell.
For all eternity.
Suspended in misery. — Me.
(Source: wordsto-remember, via hiddentearsandfakesmiles)
Took a bath.
(Source: n0-h8-m8, via fragile-nothing)
(Source: b-eautifulm-inds, via unbreakableflesh)
“All you use me for is sex and money.”
“You have no money, and you haven’t touched me in 3 months.”
Who knows why the fuck I stick around.
(Source: hideandsea, via fragile-nothing)
(Source: sleeplessrambles, via freetheadolescents)
(Source: xriisaroox, via i-cut-but-not-deep-enough)