trigger warning: suicidal thoughts. need to talk? crisis lines are here.
unfinished shitty poems, and i’m spinning around in circles, and please leave me alone.
because i am sick, and broken. a porcelain doll, falling apart on your staircase at 2 in the morning and i think i want to die, or maybe i’m just sleep deprived, but either way i can’t stop crying. and either way, boy does time fly, when you stare at the stars after midnight and just want to disappear inside.
and so my head becomes the hamster wheel. and i’m just wondering how long it’ll take before i just lose it. and i don’t know what i’m doing, but i wish i could stop doing it.
and you really don’t need to care like this. because i don’t want to be loved. i don’t want to be noticed. not… not like this.