I was doing so well
How did I fail?
Was it weeks or months
Or just a couple of days
But time is time
And it still means I stopped
But what happened then?
What went wrong?
I had no red lines
No blood or new scars
I was so proud of me
But then I failed
I tried so hard
I thought I was succeeding
But just one day
And I'm back to the begining
How long must I stop?
How long will it take?
Stopping is hard
But not stopping is harder
Distractions don't help
Neither does talking
And thinking of family and friends
Only makes me feel worse
I tried to stop for them
But they didn't know
I failed my silent battle
And still nobody saw
It gets worse every day
And soon it will go too far
I'm running out of motivation
And I can't hide my scars
My legs my arms
Even my neck
All have scars
And still no one notices
Maybe if they noticed
Maybe if they cared
Maybe I wouldn't have got worse
Maybe I wouldn't have failed
How did I fail?
What went wrong?
Last night was the night
I ended my life






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Don't tell me the sky's the limit when I can see footprints on the moon. <3
I'm looking for a new best friend, since the one I had wasn't returned to the lost and found.
Thank You!
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
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"We need to make books cool again.
If you go home with somebody
and they don't have books,
don't fuck them."
-John Waters-
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I'm more dead than alive when I can't be with you.
Forgive me for what I do my love; in the depths of insanity the sane man holds no court.
I dream of a love. . . A love that even time itself will lie down and be still for - Practical Magic
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Proud COTN and a Romantic Gothic transgendered poet, definitely born in the century.
Is there anything more beautiful than a sunrise, after a night that lasts forever.
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I'm more dead than alive when I can't be with you.
Forgive me for what I do my love; in the depths of insanity the sane man holds no court.
I dream of a love. . . A love that even time itself will lie down and be still for - Practical Magic
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I'm more dead than alive when I can't be with you.
Forgive me for what I do my love; in the depths of insanity the sane man holds no court.
I dream of a love. . . A love that even time itself will lie down and be still for - Practical Magic
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