One cut,
Two cuts,
Three cuts,
Four,
Come on Darling, what's one more?
Five cuts,
Six cuts,
Seven cuts,
Eight,
Oh, what a mess this will create.
It's gotten harder and harder everday to control the voices in my head. To keep myself from grabbing a blade or holding myself back from crying another river. Depression and sorrow seem to be all I know how to feel. I feel like I'm just drowning in a black wave of eternal sadness. And someday, I hope that my sadness will be replaced with something beautiful.
I used to fear depression. Now I look in the mirror and want to smash it into pieces. I have no confidence, no one likes me, and I hate this place. Now I know why I feared it.
I'm sick of making things worse
I'm sick of being hurt
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep
I'm sick of hating everything
I'm sick of faking a smile
I'm sick of feeling this way
I'm sick of being me
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I updated this to make up for missing a day of updating. Just a warning, I might make an updating schedule because I'm quite busy right now. But for now, I will try to update everyday or every other day.
~Mikayla
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