the thougths, it’s starting again

A few months ago I tried to kill myself, i mean I didn’t really wanted to die because I can not tolerate the fact that my mum would cry about me.. She found out that I was cutting my wrists, I’ve never seen her so sad, so disappointed. She took me to a doctor and he made me take a lot of pills, stupid pills that would transforme me in a complete zombie! And I hated it so I stoped a few weeks ago, and I don’t feel any better… the pressure about the exams and grades and my looks, I’mm falling down again… The thougth about killing myself is not that bad again… It’s the only thing I think about all day…