I am a very empty girl. the cliche angel and devil are living inside of me and forcing every ounce of energy out of me. I want to sleep all day, and all night I lay awake and think of times that weren’t so hard, less complicated.

This shame lives inside of me and is slowly eating me alive


I wish I could say that I am better, maybe not, maybe it won’t be okay. the doubt swallows me and leaves me bitter and acidic.

I want the familar, I want to hurt myself.

this pain is real


I should of died that night