i shoudl die i should just die it hurts it hurts i was bleeding earlier and i bled on her bed and i cant stop thinking about it and she hasnt responded and i jsut keep having these fucking hookups and i dont want to, i just want to be loved, i dont feel that anymore despite having people who i think love me, even say they do, but my ex friend messaged me and they said they still care about me and all that history and all those memories come rushing back all the abuse they caused me and how i hurt them and i cant forgive myself for letting myself get hurt like that but for some fucking reasn i can forgive them which makes it worse it makes it so much worse somehow, god fucking dammit ill always have this stupid bpd brain and ill never be able to do anything right just sit around and rot day after day and the only thing ill ever be good for is to be used but i cant find enough people who even want me for that because im disgusting and ugly and evil and i know they can all smell the fucking reek of it from miles away even if they try to get close i know theyll never be truly loving me or missing me because if i left that would be it, no searching no nothing no caring, not in the way that i want at least, because im evil i wish that it would devastate someone if i died, that theyd never be able to hold another person again without thinking of our twisted legs and synchronized breath and each grasp that i raked into their back that means "i love you" because i leave claw marks on everything i love, bad dog, bad bad dog, but theres no one like that, not anymore, i hurt them and i pushed them away because theres some part of a beast that attached itself to me by no fault of my own, i could say it's the trauma or the illnesses or just how im wired but i know it's there, i know something ancient and unforgiving wormed its way into my head, my body, and this physical form limits it and its hatred for the world and all it can do is make me evil so i keep fucking up and fucking up and fucking up and being useless because it needs me to rot this body away so it can be evil somewhere else, so i entropy and nothing else, and i know my atoms will have to rest for a couple centuries before they can turn back into stars again, because even if matter is neither created nor destroyed, i know mine is too tainted to be incorporated with the rest of this world just yet, and i ache for it, but i have no depth, only filth, and all this rage i have would only be ruined by being loved.
theres a kid stuck in a room screaming alone, fourteen years old, and something about the shade of the blood he bleeds is pretty, but it's never beautiful. ill always be stuck being that kid.