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"Giving you what you want and more, giving you every piece of me"
These words, they describe my love life. Everybody say:
GIVE ME MORE OF YOU!!
USELESS
U SHOULD JUST FULFILL MY DESIRES
Yea, that's what I hear every fucking time.
Am I just my body?
After I got home, I looked myself in the mirror. All I see, is a body. No emotions, no feelings, no thoughts. Just a body. I just...want to feel usefull. I gave so many people my body, just to feel usefull, but I was never enough. And now? I look in the mirror and see tear rolling down my cheek. Slow. I am so pathetic. In the mirror I see something shiny in my background. I look around and see a knife. Why was is it in my bedroom again? I look at my arms and now, I see why. I see the scars. Slowly I go to the knife, sit at the edge of my bedroom and than one cut after another. One deeper than the other. I don't think of anything anymore. I just want to see my blood rushing dowm my arm.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
My blood is tripping down my arm. On my white carpet and than...I see black.
JE LEEST
aesthetic/sad/cute/romantic small texts
Kort verhaalthese are story's I didn't really plan and I just wrote them out of my mind for fun :) little trigger warning: english isn't my first language so there are many mistakes I'm sorry and I'm trying my best (*＾＾*) kinda slow updates, I'm sorry :/ anygay...
