Does anybody want to have a conversation with me if so text me

hi

Explanation:

Thoughts. Thoughts. I can't take it. Both of my wrists have emotions. They scream bloody m^rder to be let out. They tell me this. They want out of the skin that captures them to make sure nothing happens to them. They don't care what happens to them and I don't either. They want to escape and run free. Let their red leak everywhere and flourish. They push against the flash walls begging and pleading. They don't know what holds them in. I don't know what holds them in. They don't know why they want out. I might know why but it brushed off as a stup!d reason. A stup!d reason. My lungs feel heavy. My lungs have emotions but stay emotionless. My lungs bring my back down making me feel like I have invisible weights on my back. My lungs don't know why they work. They want to stay still. Not move. Just stay.