CenotaphGirl
Under the dirt, that’s my home ⚰️
I feel like kicking someone when they're down... is supposed to be taboo.
But.. it's the only time it happens to me, or its the only time they can reach me.
Depression takes me to the lowest I can get, yet it's the time when people jump on me.
All at the same time.. wanting a piece of me.. wanting a feel of me.
They want my voice, my self-esteem, my happiness, my everything.
But they won't kill me, that would be too kind...
Now I can stay up, cry, keep crying, never belong... anywhere...
Only men that want to hurt me, will be nice to me from that point on...
Because I have found my new worth... i'm worth no more than a bottle of lotion and a couple of tissues.
Sorry, I just.. needed an escape... needed somewhere to say i'm so ******* sad right now...
Im so tired of this pretty girl image I built for myself, it's been stolen but the issue is, it's all people see...
The ghost of that girl haunts me, I cant know what pain feels like looking how I do, I cant know loneliness,
I cant know what it feels like to attempt suicide, or have stents in mental health wards for weeks & months,
suffer with insomnia, anxiety, low self esteem, BDD, PTSD, phantom pains throughout my body.
My names CenotaphGirl on here, because my grave has been dug, it's just empty...
But.. it's the only time it happens to me, or its the only time they can reach me.
Depression takes me to the lowest I can get, yet it's the time when people jump on me.
All at the same time.. wanting a piece of me.. wanting a feel of me.
They want my voice, my self-esteem, my happiness, my everything.
But they won't kill me, that would be too kind...
Now I can stay up, cry, keep crying, never belong... anywhere...
Only men that want to hurt me, will be nice to me from that point on...
Because I have found my new worth... i'm worth no more than a bottle of lotion and a couple of tissues.
Sorry, I just.. needed an escape... needed somewhere to say i'm so ******* sad right now...
Im so tired of this pretty girl image I built for myself, it's been stolen but the issue is, it's all people see...
The ghost of that girl haunts me, I cant know what pain feels like looking how I do, I cant know loneliness,
I cant know what it feels like to attempt suicide, or have stents in mental health wards for weeks & months,
suffer with insomnia, anxiety, low self esteem, BDD, PTSD, phantom pains throughout my body.
My names CenotaphGirl on here, because my grave has been dug, it's just empty...