• _ripmyheartout_ 31w


    I guess my arms,
    Hidden by sleeves and bandages,
    Represent a longing of death,
    Or a vision of a painless life,
    Without walking to school,
    Being called a faggot,
    Without the bullies,
    Without my ex's bullshit,
    Without a vision of the 'perfection',
    I'd never see in myself,
    Without loneliness,
    Without care,
    Without being fat,
    Without short hair,
    Without a useless existance,
    Without lies,
    Without pity,
    Without cringeyness,
    Without shit,
    Without depression,
    Without anxiety,

    Without.... Me
    My differences make me unique,
    But they also make me hate myself