I feel as if I don’t even have problems.
I tell myself that they aren’t real, that I make them up.
I fight with myself to stay alive daily.
I am my biggest fear.
I scare myself of what I do to myself.
Destroying myself.
It’s as if my insides are eating me up.
Just taking me down from where I don’t want to.
Sometimes I don’t win against myself and I get hurt.
It doesn’t hurt anymore but still.
I try to stay alive for the loved one’s around me but,
it hurts trying.
Trying just makes it worse.
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I don’t think I’ve ever been able to relate so much to a post… I guess all I can say is hold on, because sometimes, even if its very rarely, life has its ups. And they’re fucking amazing, I swear.
I relate to this more than anything I’ve ever read. Hang in there. We are all fighting to get out of this together. *hugs*