Skin. That's all I am. To you. To her. To them. There's no reason for me here. No life beyond my skin and the thoughts contained therein. No one cares enough to give them breath. Not even me.
I'm tired of fighting with you. Tired of telling you time and again I feel like I don't matter. You won't listen. I don't matter.
I don't want to matter. Maybe then... you are perfect for me?
I'll just cut a little more. Shove myself deeper to the floor so it's easier to keep me here.
I can't fight for me. I'm too tired from fighting for everyone else.
It's too easy to believe I'm worthless. I'm worth this.
I need release.
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