Childish scars of stupidity and regret.
I wish to reopen you.
The need to bleed to feel alive.
Grows.
When will these desolate thoughts decease.
“Never,” says Forever whispering in my ear.
Who curls up beside me, beckoning me to sleep.

-(goodnight tumblr, I leave you with some thoughts before I go to bed)

2:23 am  •  10 August 2011  •  1 note

I can’t breathe.
Sharp knives stab my lungs.
Everything’s spinning.
I taste blood, see grey, feel cold.
Flat on my back, concerned faces looking down.
It wont last, they say.
At the moment it sounds wrong.
This pain feels eternal.

10:57 pm  •  26 June 2011  •  2 notes

Wrote this last night, figured I’d post it.

8:29 pm  •  24 June 2011  •  5 notes