This Isn't Pointed at Anyone.
Sorry if Triggered.
I'm tired of everyone's lies. These lies are like a blade. My skin is like paper. Easily cut. I'm disappearing every day.
Every time I got to bed cut free, I smile and Say another battle won. When I go to bed with a cut. I wake up realizing it was a dream. but that is continued.
No one knows what to do with me. No one knows what goes down in here. I let fear in. I let my self-conscious feed him. He's eating me up from the inside out.
I let him in and I can't kick him out. The door is water, I am fire. I don't wish to be smoke. I don't like the smell of my smoke. I think It's a good idea. But I can't touch the door.
Fear changed it. I just can't touch it. I wish I didn't let fear in. He wants me to stay alive. But I don't want to be. I want the Cosmos to be my family.
What can god do for me now? what can i do for god? WHAT'S THE POINT IN PRAYING TO HIM IF HE'S JUST GOING TO IGNORE YOU? WHAT'S THE POINT OF HIS STUPID THRONE? I FIND IT INTENSELY ANNOYING.
I'm tired of being ignored.