I can’t keep hoping everything will take a turn. No matter what my therapist or family tell me, I let hope go a long time ago.
I cry because I know the only way out. I cry because I have no future. I cry randomly.
I pop a pill prescribed for panic attacks and anxiety. Klonapin. Oh my.
I shouldn’t have to take a zoloft, 3 buspar and 2 klonapin to get through every day.. So lets take my days away. I want to leave and feel pain. Then I’d feel.. I’d feel happy. Relief. Happy. Relief. Happy. Relief. Happy…? Relief…?
Die.