I think the best part of self-inflicted wounds is that you know how hard you can drag that blade against your skin, against your the edges of your ribcage - that calcium armour that weakly guards your heart, and how deep you want to stab yourself right in the heart.
You are in absolute control. The trigger is your mind and your own hands are the ones that hold the power to hurt. If you do this, there is no one in this world that can ever hurt you like you do.
You do not give that authority to anyone but yourself.
I've forgotten but now I remember.
Everything about you makes me sick and I wonder why I even believed a word you said. I am so, so fucking unhappy it is such a suffocating feeling and I get anxious because I stress out that I can't seem to ever see the good in things.
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