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Heart Shards
The shards of my broken heart cut deep.
- Feb 3, 2019
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So, I fucked up. I do that a lot. Last night, around four in the morning ( I awoke and couldn't get back to sleep.) The thoughts were so loud. The critic in my mind would shout every bad thing, every failure. I told myself I wasn't going to do it, determined. Next thing, before I even registered it, I was in the middle of slicing my arm, and I couldn't stop until I felt relief, felt I could breathe again. My parent are ones
to mindlessly freak out. And they're going to find out eventually. I guess my question is do they have means to involuntary commit me? My parents. If I tell police I am not suicidal, I should be alright? If not I plan on putting some sn in a plastic bag and tucking it under a shoe. I've been to a hospital before. They don't check. It's all my fault. But I'm not going to let them take to the torture chamber they call a hospital.
to mindlessly freak out. And they're going to find out eventually. I guess my question is do they have means to involuntary commit me? My parents. If I tell police I am not suicidal, I should be alright? If not I plan on putting some sn in a plastic bag and tucking it under a shoe. I've been to a hospital before. They don't check. It's all my fault. But I'm not going to let them take to the torture chamber they call a hospital.