waiting for my mom to fall asleep so I can rip apart a shaving razor and finally feel better
I’m a sister making a good impression.
I’m a friend acting like im fine.
I’m a teenager pushing her tears aside.
I’m the girl sitting next to you.
I’m the one asking you to care.
I’m your best friend hoping you’ll be there."
— anon (via societymademethis)
I wish I could just press down. My mind and soul is so willing and ready to do it but my body never allows it. Every time I go to cut my veins it ends up as scratches instead of gashes. I can cut my arms till they drip but me veins? I can hardly even draw any blood. It’s ridiculous. So I’m just going to go take some pills and hope my body gives in. Forever goodnight?