• brittany_ 5w


    It's like I'm sleepwalking.
    My eyes are closed so I am blind to the hatred that floods my heart, uncontrollable.
    A self loathing that doesn't belong to me, but stealing my joy and the love I have for life.
    Clouded eyes on three hours of sleep and my brain is foggy.
    Force feeding myself so you don't ask questions, but everything churns my stomach. I want to vomit.
    The blade is so tempting. Tucked away, but taunting me from its hiding place.
    It's like I'm sleepwalking.
    I'm not waking up.