Help Me

Ripping the skin of my nails. It starts to stretch, and I keep pulling until it finally rips apart.

It hurts. But it stops eventually.

You can wipe the blood away and wait until your wound heals.

When will my soul finally rip? When will I bleed but finally heal? When will it stop hurting?

I keep pulling but all that bleeds are my fingers.

Venom

I don’t know when the idea first crept into my mind.

I don’t know why it kept crawling into my consciousness.

I don’t know why I broke down.

I don’t remember it taking over me.

Now I’m dependent on it.

It keeps me save,

It gives me attention,

It calms me,

It destroys me

I don’t know why and I don’t need a why.

I love it

Trying

Keep going.

Please.

Promise it.