Tw självskadetankar / dikt

I wish I could put all of my memories and thoughts of you into a bottle of glas, then trow it straight to wall. Just to pick up the glass shatters with my bare hands to break through my numbness and feel the pain you brought.
Write in my own blood how fucking stupid and worthless I am, maybe then you will be proud over me. Maybe then I will be good enough for you.
Cut your strings off of my skin, let me out. I am not your puppet you may controll.

Har undrat lite smått vad man ska göra med alla texter man skriver för sig själv, om man ska dela med sig av dom eller om det ser ut som om man ber om uppmärksamhet eller se det som att man kan inspireras till att ta ut sitt självhat till något fint?