I would talk about the way layers of burned flesh rolled off my wrist in the shower and the feeling that the drugs produced when snorted instead of swallowed. I would tell of the extreme dizziness, the pounding headache, and the thick fog I was in; the muffled sobbing and the uncontrollable shaking while laying on the cold, hard bathroom floor at 2 am. I would describe how my body screamed to escape while there was still a chance, but my mind said that I was already too far gone. I would tell of how I just wanted to swallow all my pills and pass out in a bathtub full of water. I would describe the feeling of being utterly alone and completely hopeless.
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I’m sry for you….your not alone cuz even thougb I can’t be there at least you know someones listening
Wow.
Why are you burned?
Maybe you should call an ambulance to take you to the hospital?