Im gonna skip the explanation, the pointless rant, and the self loathing because i have enough of that in my head. I’m just gonna go ahead and write a poem that i hope will let u know how i feel. Thanks for bothering to read this. That means you care more than most others. Because most others don’t know the pain of not killing yourself. And they don’t know the feeling where the dreams in which you are dying are the best you’ve ever had.
“i wish
i could read your mind
but im afraid
of what ill find
inside
its always
so much different
than the rest.
sometimes
they’re the same.
But those people
never last
long enough
to pass the test
of time.”
not the best ive ever written but whatever.
6 comments
well i care so i better hear from you im here and i understand!!!
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omg that was sweat trust me ur a sweat person life well get betta for you dont think bout the promblems and if u ever need sum1 to talk to im here
ttcy ily 🙂
ive tried talking to people. It never works.
well im sorry it never works what dont work about it u can have someone that understands and maybe someone that when your going through a tough time they can be there for you…at least thats what i want i wish i was dead every second of the day but the one thing i never really have is someone to just go to when im crying like i am right now…so if u wanna talk im here…ur not alone and if anyone understands i do…
e-mail-mkafan12@yahoo.com
I stopped crying a while ago. I also decided the best thing to do is to keep your mouth shut and pretend your okay. I have someone who wants to talk to me, but now i have a fear of explaining this instilled in my brain. I am afraid as hell to talk to som1 i dont know. Im already being pushed over the edge. Id love to talk but im too scared I cant take much more of this weight. Because of that i know ill die in silence too.
I’m just scared of being Baker-Acted. Involuntary hospitalization will ruin your fucking life.
Evergone, just know that now, you are not silent, and you’ve spoken up. I know you feel drained and like you’ve given up, and for that I’m sorry. Something that works for me is to remind myself of other times I’ve felt this low, and then remember the feeling passing. I keep going over and over in my head, “this too shall pass.” If that’s biblical, I’m sorry. I just know it helps me.
I hope you can find some sort of lasting happiness.