Not literally but just.... fuck.... me. I feel like I should help people and tell them that they are amazing and thy shouldn’t harm themselves. But how can I do that when I can’t even tell myself that? Why do people just come to me when I can barely even shake the feeling of worthlessness. Or how I find satisfaction of drawing my own blood. Or how I see other and how everyone has someone they can talk to, someone they can trust, someone they can confide in. But....... who do I have?
I wish I had someone to hold me tight. I wish I had someone who’d wipe my tears. I wish I had someone who would love me for more than just a cheap laugh. I wish I had someone who’d let me lean on their shoulder. I wish.... I wish I had someone.