Are you safe?

I seriously couldn't think of a title

All this pent up anger inside me and I might just end up killing someone one day

And that someone could certainly be myself

You're sick. You should do something about it.

Easy for you to say, huh?

I gave you a piece of me everyday, you always threw them away anyway

Infuriating. I still gathered them, trying to complete myself without you,

But damn, I don't remember which piece goes where.

So I went “Screw them all!”, threw them down,

Ran down the halls like a madwoman,

And you found me again, tracing my bloody footsteps.

I hadn't realised I stepped on the shards of my own broken glass, and hadn't realised I've been bleeding from the soles of my feet all this time.

The shards must be buried deep inside my flesh by now, but I still can't feel their existence. I'm trying to understand what your concern which you decided to display only now,

Only now when my blood is in sight.

You still don't care, you're just worried. You're worried about your floor being stained in my blood. You're worried about what other people would think about the unholy stains of the demoness who resides in your premises

And God, I want to shatter it all now. I'm going to burn this place down and you'll be reminded of why I stayed silent all this time.

I wasn't deaf. I wasn't fucking blind. I just pretended to be a stone you liked to throw around. But sometimes I wonder if you actually care about me. What does it matter? I'm going to ruin it all now.

Go on now, scream like you always do. Yell at me. Yell at me all you want. Curse me. Curse me, darling. Hate me like you want me dead. And, ah, screw it. It's pointless. Because no matter how much you make me want to kill you, my hands will always end up strangling my own neck.

You'd scream at me for how pathetic I am and I'll slap myself for it. I'll slap myself again and again till you stop me. And I end up looking pathetic again.

It's tiring, God. I want to stop and drown peacefully. How long do I have to run away from the sins to prevent myself from burning in hell? I'm gonna have to put this to an end.

Scissors, maybe? I could stab my wrist. I've imagined doing that so many times that I'm getting excited to tell you about it. I stab it, and it goes right through the flesh and nerves and peeks out. Peeks out? I need a bigger pair of scissors man

Now I could pull out that knife and thrust it into my stomach, open it up and play with my intestines but that'd be too much of a mess. I'd have to clean up after and I absolutely loathe cleaning up my mess.

But I'm bored,

So I must do something

Ah, I wanted to kill you, that's what I came here for

And like always, I ended up killing myself again.

Stooooooooop. Let me get a peek of your thoughts too. I wonder what you meant when you said you'd fix me. Love, what do you mean you'd fix me when you belong in an asylum yourself?

All the arrows are pointed towards me like I'm the one holding the bow. But I am holding onto something else, I just don't know what it is. I'm confused. I'm really, really confused. And now I'm angry again. Because this isn't making sense.

Because you aren't making sense. Because you're not real. And you aren't coming to fix me.

So I'm gonna have to stitch these cuts myself with the sewing kit in my grandma's closet.

You're confusing yourself now,

you love yourself.

Loving yourself is confusing. How do you know if love is real and isn't just a concept humans created? I mean, they were creative enough to create their own concept and versions of god-s. How do we know if any of this is real and not isn't just something a random person had created thousands of years ago, just for the heck of it?

Bluff.

Fluffy clouds. I want to die and turn into a cloud. Cumulonimbus. I'll rain when you need it the most. I'll cry with you. Cry with me. Die with me. Let's die together, shall we?

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Are you safe now?

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Avagado6

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This is obviously fictional

I'll rickroll you if you try anything like this