that you know what it’s like to hate every fiber of your being
every cell in your body
and you know what it’s like to think maybe I’m not cut out for this
maybe I’ll never make it out alive
maybe it’ll all be over soon
and you understand what it’s like to cry hopelessly every day
and the overwhelming desire to destroy yourself
I want you to tell me that there’s nothing wrong with me.
Please, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
I don’t mind you under my skin
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
(Source: miserabiilia, via bubbleccum)