Falling

Three years ago, when life started to go downhill, I made one promise to myself. No matter how far and fast I fell I wouldn’t bring anyone down with. Three years later and I’m at a complete loss. I’ve thought about killing myself many many times but in the end I could never do it. I wouldn’t only be killing myself, I would also be killing my parents. Everyday, as I walk home, I walk down the middle of the street. Whenever a car comes I repeat to myself “hit me, hit me, hit me” to no avail. They always swerve. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t end and I can’t continue. There isn’t anywhere left to go. I’ve tried asking for help but we all know it isn’t that easy.