A cry (for help)

Drowning

I wish I could stop existing for a moment.
Stop hurting others
Having like an extra time so I could understand myself.

I have so many trumas, I lost count.
I have so many open wounds, I have a bleeding schedule.
I have so many insecurities, I’m sure I’m no good for others.

I wish healthy loving would be as easy as self-destruction is for me.