For the past week the thought of suicide has been dancing in my head.
Last night I grabbed all my antidepressants, sleeping pills, and any other pills I could find and brought them all up to my room. I stared at them knowing that those are my only way out. I couldn’t do it. Im such a coward.
Ive done similar. I just don’t understand. Like, why do I want to die? But, why do I want to live?
I have this need to help people and be there for them, but I can’t because I can’t even help myself.
Hours pass in the blink of an eye,
I feel lonely and empty inside.
A boys not what i need
But that didn’t stop it from hurting when he said those things to me.
I used to laugh for no reason at all.
I used to be the one who didn’t understand people who’d fall.
Now I’m that one who’s sitting on the…
I look like I’ve been raped by a fucking werewolf.
This can be tricky but it’s worth it if you can find something that puts a smile on your face.