In a perfect world, I would no longer be here.
There is no purpose.
There is no reason….
and every breath is just to pass time.
and smiles are actually tears….
Would it really be suicide if I never existed?
Every night, I sit on the ledge of the rooftop
and I look below at the 10 storeys between me and paradise.
a trip down to heaven.
From up there even though the stars are shining I cannot see them.
I just want to disappear.
I’m tired of living.
Save me…because I’m not going to save myself.
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I wish my tears were smiles…does that even make sense?!
Talk to friends, it helps always. But the reality is when someone offers help, the suicidal dont want to accept 🙁 .