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CHARLIE
monday.
1:49 am.
downward spiral.
you’re worthless.
you’re weak.
you’re fragile.
stop.
you drive people away.
your scars drive them away.
no one could ever actually want you.
they just pity you.
make it stop, please.
look at yourself, you’re just skin and bones.
you’re not beautiful.
you’re not desirable.
you’re not wanted.
you’re small, like a helpless child.
you’re too easily broken.
make it stop make it end i can’t—
he doesn’t love you.
he just wants to fix you.
he just wants control.
they’ve always wanted control.
remember?
remember who wanted to control you?
no one could ever love you.
they’ll just use you until they’re bored.
to satisfy themselves.
to fill the void.
you are not whole.
why do you exist?
you shouldn’t exist—
charlie’s inner demons successfully overpowered him. he made a rash decision, a decision made out of pure agony and despair, he just wanted it to stop. he wanted it to go away. he acted rashly so that the voices were dulled and a sharp pain shooting up his arms took over. it kept escalating as he kept going. he didn’t know how to stop. he just knew that he complied to what the voices were telling him. he shouldn’t exist. and everyone would be better off if he—
he collapsed onto the ground. a loud thump. his body went limp.