I wish we could talk again

Why do my skin bleed so easy

I worship what will kill me Exhaling through the slits in my skin Inhaling my sins and swallowing shame Hell is real and it rots in my brain Always reaping what I've sown, Bringing myself down to degrees I've never known

What if i od on a random Friday night

i deserved every awful, miserable, wretched thing that has ever happened to me

When someone jokes about depression but they never had scars covering their entire body