Nothing. Im fine.

Its 5:22 am. I wasnt going to write or rather I didnt know what I wanted to write about now, I have no specific topic but my emotions are flying and when I get like this I dont know how to deal.

"I'm looking hard in the mirror

But I don't fit my skin

It's too much to take

It's too hard to break meFrom the cell I'm in"

Im upset, my head is racing and I cant place why, maybe there isnt a reason at all but trying to find one only upsets me

more. My skin feels like its crawling I want to disassemble a razor and just rip myself often little by little. would that relieve the

itching, the crawling? The pain, the emptiness. Others can look at you and say hey I know what youre going through, truth is, you

dont. Maybe youve felt your own demons maybe they were similar but youll never know in specific and likewise i wont

ever know yours either.

My arms are tingling at the thought of metal

slicing through every layer of my mortal flesh

but I dont flinch

pain is my medication

a reminder that im still alive..

numb to the core

you think you know but you dont, this pain, its mine

I wouldnt let this wash over anyone...