i want to open up his chest and live inside his lungs and count the number of ribs left in him until i fall asleep. i want to make pretty ribbons out of his intestines and count all his eyes and bite his brain and dig my fingers into his stomach. i want to hug his beating heart. i want to remind him of his humanity as i cover him in his human blood and viscera and gore. i want to sing him my favorite songs. i want to comb his hair. i want to feed him soup. i want to squeeze all the air out of his lungs and watch him turn blue and beg for mercy. i want to wrap him in a blanket like a newborn kitten.
You are so much more than what others think of you. You are so much more than what your family thinks of you. You are so much more than what your friends think of you. You are so much more than what that boy thinks of you. Do not let anyone make you forget that. You know yourself and that’s what matters.
drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
WHEN ON PERIOD:
do not crash out
your feelings are NOT valid
do not send that text
don't kill yourself. lock in
do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed
excerpt from my misery
kinda wanna leave. kinda wanna ghost everyone. kinda wanna rot under a blanket. kinda wanna feel loved. kinda wanna feel wanted. kinda wanna