ghost castle

HURT

id write this entry by smashing my keyboard with my fists if it would produce something legible. im so angry at myself. im so hateful at this moment. i want to hurt myself, i want to hurt my surroundings. i want to crush my own heart in my hand like an empty soda can. i want to pull the veins from my arm like i'm starting a lawnmower. i want to pour my blood on a bonfire. rend my chest open like saloon doors. bruise myself. blacken my own eyes. i want to jump from a high place over and over until my ankles break. give me a pencil to deafen myself. give me shears to cut off my tongue.

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