1 year ago I was in this same house sleeping on the same floor with my brother
1 year ago I sat up all night listening to the same songs
1 year ago I met my 2 best friends
1 year ago I was still addicted to cutting
1 year ago I didn’t know the pain of losing people I could give my life to to suicide
Or staying up all night with them to keep them talking so I know they aren’t gone
1 year ago all I cared about was being home with my mom
1 year ago I thought there might be something that could take the pain away
1 year later, laying on the same floor with the same person in the same shed listening to the same sad songs because I realize the only thing that could make me ok isn’t here anymore. I’m always going to feel like this. I’m always going to feel alone and useless. I don’t have anyone or anything. I have no reason to stay now.