It’s 2.17am and I have no intention of sleeping. It’s 2.17am and while I lay in bed crying my friends are all out partying and getting drunk. Its 2.18am and all I can think about are the blades I keep next to my bed. It’s 2.19am and I’m sad and lonely. It’s 2.20am and I want to die. It’s 2.20am and no one cares.
All I want to do I tear open my skin and bleed out then someone might finally realise something wrong
I don’t need you’re backhanded compliments and snide comments. I know I’m not good enough, you don’t have to tell me.