Fine Arts of Suicide Cleanup

[builtgodnowwhat]

My stomach is sick from just existing, only thing I can consume are my thoughts. Nothing is distracting my mind, as I’m still finding pain in myself. I’m tired but no amount of rest will work, as it’s not rest I need anymore. My mental health being a monster, haunting me and following my every move. It’s waiting for the right moment to consume me whole. It’s waiting for my most vulnerable moment and his plan is working, as each day I’m getting unfortunate with my health. Dismal being my best friend right now, as it seems I’m alone. “You’re not alone Raven I’m here!” As much as I want to believe it, if that were true I wouldn’t be fighting this monster by myself. Everyone has their own personal hell, filled with their own creatures. Some are fortunate to have someone who can help. For me, I have a curse that will forever cause me to feel alone. I don’t know what to feel. I fear the strawberry gashes are everywhere, for the spirit took control.

To destroy me, you would have to become me. I only know my deepest fears.