Fractured Fury
The world stands still, the air goes thin,
A silent void erupts within.
A crack inside, so sharp, so deep,
A wound that wakes but does not weep.
Then fire strikes—my veins ignite,
A raging storm, no end in sight.
My breath is smoke, my voice a blade,
A fury born, a war replayed.
I scream, I shake, the earth must hear,
A beast unleashed, too wild to steer.
The walls may break, the sky may fall,
Yet still, my rage outlives them all.
Then silence creeps, so cold, so vast,
A fragile peace that will not last.
The ashes glow, the embers hide,
But fire still burns beneath my pride.
- a little poem about how i feel about narcissistic injury and narcissistic rage :)
*trying to get help with something*
"weak, worthless, useless bitch"
*splits on myself*
Does anyone else feel like they’re just waiting for a good enough reason to kill? Like, you’re anticipating the moment someone does something so evil that finally warrants their death and no one will give you shit for it because they all collectively agree that they deserved it?
I have not seen an uglier flag than this
A midnight breeze whispers, sudden and cold,
tracing her thighs, with fingers sharp and bold.
i want to be popular on here for being mentally sick please make me popular
"OmG NaRCISsiStS aRe sO eViL aND wIll mANipuLaTE YoU" Vro. I literally kiss my plushies goodnight and apologize to them when I accidentally make them fall off the bed. Be for real.
there is barely anything as attractive as self harm scars
when someone asks what's wrong but i can't form a response because i can't just say "it's just the way my brain is"