Trigger Warning: mentions of Self-Harm, panic attacks
~// Help me, it's like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
No medicine is strong enough
Someone help me
I'm crawling in my skin
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can't //~
- In My Blood: Shawn Mendes
SOS
Is there anyone out there who can hear me?
Of course not, I’m all alone
Stuck battling this never ending cycle of anguish and self doubt
And the best part? I’m doing it all alone :)
I tighten my grip on my knees, placing my head between them;
Rocking back and forth, reminding myself that none of it is real
That it’s just a simulation; that I’m going to get out of it one day
But how is one supposed to escape their mind? (PS- tips hai toh bata dena please)
Sudden rushes of nausea permeate my senses as I start to gasp for air;
Frantically searching for some relief with trembling hands
Feeling empty yet so overwhelmed at the same time
I press two fingers against my neck
The rapid pulse I feel beneath them completely unsurprising
I try to count shapes and colours around me
But that never really seems to do anything
I find myself staggering to my table;
Getting my hands on a piece of glass
Smiling slightly as I drag it across my wrist
The pain feels good; the sight of my blood calms me
I hold my wrist tightly and close my eyes, feeling my breathing gradually slow down.
You know, maybe I’d just be better off dead.
Author: Anonymous