I walk in this world in slow motion, people laughing at me, looking at me funny.
I try and get away but I run in a circle and end up back in the same place, with the same people. Confused and scared I look to the floor to find something shiny glittering in my eyes. I walk towards it to find a blade, I pick it up and think. “Stay here, where people laugh and stare. Or 6 feet under, quiet, still.” As I put the blade to my wrist I finally smile and crave the fact no ones judgement can hurt me. So now I’m laying there bleeding as I take my last breath I wake up.
And now I’m I’m my bed. Laying there. I take my blade and make a small but painful cross on my arm, so I know I feel something. So now no one can hurt me as much as I just did then.
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that’s a bad dream! but it’s only a dream,wake up!
I do wake up. Then somehow because Ive had it for so long its become this little world in my head. I cannot escape from.
i understand, but you need to escape! escape from it! get into a new hobby,isn’t that one getting old anyways? and isn’t more of a habbit now? quit and do something different. i want you to escape! RUN!
A habit I can’t escape from. If I run, I end up back in the same spot..
loveisdifficult,
yes i know it’s very hard really hard but you want to keep trying,don’t quit trying you can’t win if you don’t keep trying.
I never quit.
loveisdifficult,
fantastic! now i know there is a chance or help for me, i’ll never quit too!