{Words By Anaïs Nin, From The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz From Diagnosis,The

The last thing I wanted was to be alone in a room with my fucking thoughts.

Smiling giggling kicking my feet

An suddenly my heart has been ripped out of my chest and sat neatly infront of me

The last people I would ask for help from are my parents. They will learn everything from my suicide note.

Paranoia is crazy cause when i sh its fine but the second it's someone I care about I have to know every time and everything about it or I'm going to assume you bleeding out on the bathroom floor

Was I raised without love or was I born unlovable?

A little poem I wrote

Tw sh mentioned

Tap tap tap

All I hear is tap tap tap tap

It changes as it gets louder click clack tap click clack tap

I want it to stap to sound makes me want to rip out my heart as I'm begging it to stop

It grows louder click clack bang tap tap tap tap

I can't take it and I find my escape

The cold silver that will take it all away

A new sound it made

Slice

The noise stops and all I hear is the hum of the van every since theat day I slice my skin to make the noise go away

I have this silly little feeling in my chest that's making me want to die