click

gone crazy. might not come back.

click

it's all over with. sorry for worrying you.

click.

gone mad again. reaching for a razorblade.

maybe it's time to go to the hospital. maybe it's time to get help. maybe it's time to slice a little deeper and get it done with already. maybe, maybe.

i'm not fine and i'll never be fine again. i do it for attention, you say. that's alright. as long as you believe that, maybe if you ignore me even more i'll go away.

so sick of looking in the mirror and seeing the same thing. every day. it's sharp and angular. cut hard at the edges, scarred and broken. repeat repeat.

so tired. is it over yet?

click.

i'm fine now. i just go crazy sometimes, you know? need to scream and let it all out. it's not about attention, it's about letting the darkness inside spill out just a little bit. let it free. let it loose so it doesn't haunt me all the time.

but i'm fine now.

i'm fine.

click.

no.

i'm not.