storiesinsidemyhead

She is on the verge of insanity. 
She skirts the edges of her mind, 
Her feet just peeking over a skyscraper,
The solid earth below
She is so high. 
Her head could almost graze the clouds.

Behind her,
He reaches out. 
She looks to him,
Expecting to be saved.
His full mouth forms a decisive shape,
Takes a breath, 
And blows her off the edge.

She falls.
Stomach in her throat.
Heart in her ears.
Life in her eyes.

By his eyes she falls,
By his lips she dies.
And dies.

“I dont want sex,

And I love you like i never loved someone before, and I can't have you.

He doesn’t understand my pain. He ignores the tears rolling down my face, and just gets in my face, like he’s a drill sergeant. He doesn’t understand I try. He doesn’t understand the sadness I suffer from. I only wonder if he’ll ever understand the stress and the depression I go through.

“You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to want to scream and punch things. 
Do it.
Let out every ounce of anger you have.
Sit on the floor and cry until you feel numb. 
Listen to songs that make your heart sink to your feet.
Write angry letters to all the people who have broken you, left you, ignored you or hurt you.
Throw your hairbrush at the wall.
Do it twelve times.
Do it until you feel like you can breathe again.

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to want to hurt yourself.
Don’t you dare do it.
Sit on the floor and watch cartoons like you did when you were little.
Listen to songs that make you want to dance around your bedroom in your underwear at 3 A.M.
Make paper airplanes out of those angry letters and watch them soar into the fireplace.
Brush all the knotts out of your hair and say “I am worth it” into the mirror.
Say it twelve times.
Say it until you feel like you can breathe again. 

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to get through it.”

things i wish i could make you understand

Wondered what made people start harming themselves? 
How much it took for them to finally reach their breaking point?
How long did it take for them to start?
How long has it been going on?
How often they do it?
How far they go?
In what way the harm?
If its just an addiction?
Are they being teased?
Maybe they blame themselves?
Maybe someone they love left?
Maybe they left themselves?
Just left there alone while the monsters in their heads consume them.

What triggers them?

I got the answer for my story.. what's your story?

“If you only crave them at night, it’s not love, it’s lust.”