Broken Zayden

I slit my wrist so deep that I saw my blood pulse out. Watching it bleed I realized how bad I've gotten. Now I've just made another one and I'm so addicted. I know some of you love me but I hate myself as much as you love me. I spent hours of my life cutting and I have no regrets

I wont kill myself I'll just treat my body like shit till it dies by NATURAL causes. I'll be gone soon enog you'll just have to wait till then. I hope you can understand that it might take awhile before in gone so start mourning me now. All this blood around me is sickening

But with this much blood I know that each drop of it was deserved. I am not the best person but I can get drunk and not have a hangover the next day sometimes. That means something right? Idc. It's never too late for anything you want to do. I dont believe I have a purpose.

These cuts are so severe that they might need stitches. I swear I hit a vein earlier. I but alcohol in them and lit them on fire. It hurt but I deserve it. It's my fault.

I dont belong

I try to say it's not too late, it's never too late but I know that's false. I'm just a used screw. I can be thrown away. I just have to wait

Stomach full of pills didnt work again. I'm more scarred then my wrist is and I'm bruised from head to toe. My knuckles are red, swollen, bloddy and bruised. I'm not even fighting others I'm fighting myself. Everyday

I wanna slit my wrists so bad that I wont wake up but I have promises I'll wake up. What am I kidding... they probably dont care if I die or not. They're just saying they care