Noel's Nitemare

 What about mine? WHY AM I ALWAYS BE THE ONE THAT HAS TO KEEP MY CALM? WHY AM I ALWAYS BE THE ONE THAT HAS TO CARE ABOUT OTHERS FEELING? WHY AM I ALWAYS BE THE ONE THAT HAS TO SUFFER IN SILENCE? WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU ALL AND YOUR FUCKING FEELINGS. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO HEAL IF THIS KEEPS ON HAPPENING?? ITS JUST ONE SCAR AFTER ANOTHER   The irony of me stopping myself slicing my own hand because there is no more space to mark. Who would've thought that my heart has more space to rest my scars than my fucking skin. 

I'm reminded again and again why feelings suck and why I avoid it at all cost. I hate it. I hate being the problem. Can everyone just stop.

I've been living with fear . Now I'm making a step forward and its scary as shit . But I'm willing to get hurt again , whatever that means . Even if that means I'm exposing myself to suicidal thoughts again lol Because if I really want to die and I'm not afraid to die, this is it. I'm stepping forward . One at a time .

 Where is the line? I'm learning again like a toddler with a tricycle. So many things to juggle and calculate. Who am I suppose to spare, now? Me, her, Them, her, we, Him? You?   No one's watching but I feel like judgmental eyes following me around. This beast needs a beating, a leash, argh is this suppose to calm me down or arouse me even more?   Ah, the warmth of spilled blood. I miss it.    Look at the day, Noel. Lower your wall. It's okay. You've been on the edge of death several times and you came back. Let yourself feel even if it's the last good thing you'd know. Or because it's the last good thing you'd know.   What's the worst thing that could happen? A dark, cold, empty, nothingness? Yea, remember? You'd welcome it

 I didn't know it can be triggering. I'm afraid. I don't like the intensity. It's building up and I'm starting to feel suffocated. It's painful. I dont deserve the good things in the world. Faux happiness. My curse