The attemptNiceties are cast away. A few polite sips I writhe , my throat burns. My breathe sharp and cutting and panicked. I wasn't ready to die. I snatch the scalding cold air. Retching emptily, I forget when I last ate. There are tears streaming cold molten glass. They pool on the cold tiles, where my face rests, trying to turn numb. And she's screaming “Why do you treat as like bad parents!” And inside I think of her, in my mind I say “You are.”The attempt
FeatherweightScrape away stay away order this fat and flesh take leave of my bones. Starve away Carve away until all that's left is scar and skeletal figure. Thinner than the air or sticks, twitching in a wind that knocks you flat.Featherweight
And when the mood takes meToday I twisted, twitched and announced, renounced my skin.And when the mood takes me
I told them I do not want this silly man suit. They laughed.
I told them I do not want this pump, immense power keeps me alive kicking and screaming to leave.
I tried to cut it all away again today. Be rid I thought, of unwanted bits. All of it is a bit pointless really.
Bones. Can I be bones, beautiful skinny dead bones. I'd like that.
Reality CrashThe screams echo internally. Too private for the general public to hear. Let it loose, I would roar eternal whilst my throat bled.Reality Crash
I'd like to welcome you, please find a seat, we'll begin my mind lectures me, finer etiquette of self-injury or, for a pleasant change, the greater points of suicide.
There's roaring debate. My mind versus my mind, irrelevant is the illogic stemming from such. Logic has no place here in my head. Except as a memory of better times. Ahea
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