my soul is dying. its slowly slipping into this nothingness. i wait for the silence in the middle of the night and take out the things that make me feel numb. i've lost the battle with my SI and the ED's. and most days i dont even care.
no one ever sees the marks or scars so what's the point of trying to stop any more.
i sit in the black void, muted by my own selfish and disgusting mistakes.
yet if i told any one they'd criticize me for it.
why do i bother to stay strong on the outside for anyone? why do i feel this compulsion to be normal for them when they wont even try to understand when i do reach out?