It feels like something inside me is trying to tear its way out.
I want to rip myself apart, like there’s something trapped inside that doesn’t belong there. I know I’m sick right now, and I know why. I did it once last year. I know I can do it again.
I still want to cut something out of me, slice something open. Couldn’t stand the feeling
No one else can do this for me. I have to pull myself out of this pit on my own.
