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*theorized self harm TW (just thoughts)


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I just feel like.. like hurting myself recently. Not too bad, but enough to leave a bruise.
I keep wanting to bang my head into the wall.
Again.
Again.
My brain is tired of forgetting it’s a human being. Forgetting I’m a person, a name.
I want to fling my hands, arms, legs against something, until I have to stop. Until I shatter.
Will I have to stop? How long could I keep doing it?
Curiosity killed the cat, but (something) brought it back.
Curious, bored, wondering.
Why shouldn’t I hurt me?
I want to not be me.
Mossy the human has such a great life, everything is going great for her!
Her family loves her. She’s done so many great things. Look at the skills she’s learned!
She’s pretty, she’s nice, she’s polite! She’s a nice person, and cares about her friends!
So what’s wrong?
Why doesn’t she like herself? Why does she reject a perfect life?

I don’t know.

I just want a break from me.
I don’t want to think. I don’t want to remember.
Don’t look back. Don’t look forward. Just do. Just live.
I just wish I could fly away.
I wish I could get away from my life.
I don’t want my human body anymore. I wish I could be something else. Just for a bit, please.
It sounds silly out loud.
Small, useless.
But the only thing I want from my life anymore
Is to become Her.
A werewolf with wings.
Silly, right??
But I want her wings, the way she could bare her fangs at danger. The bristling fur to protect me.
Unburdened chest, breasts and emotional problems gone.