If it’s my heart that you need go ahead and take that too. It feels broken anyway half the time.
▽ So save me, from who I’m supposed to be ▽
But then I look at him and I thank you for ripping my heart out of my chest, stomping it into the floor and then stabbing it repetitively.
You see,I had wounds on my insides. Wounds that needed stitches. But I kept dating guys after guys letting them use me. They were my bandaid. And whenever those guys were done with me they would rip the bandaid of and make me start bleeding. Sometimes the bandaid was on long enough it’d scab and…
Never let a man be your stitches. Men don’t know how to save you. Save yourself I love you don’t forget that.
It’s four O’ clock in the afternoon I am sitting here and thinking the only things I can think of are cutting, you and sex. What the fuck is wrong with me.