“It could always be worse” they say.
But in reality it couldn’t be much worse, because I am dying.
I am being swallowed by my thoughts, the cuts a mere symbol to the shooting pain in my heart.
1 pill, 2 pill, 3 pill, 4 pill, but I stay awake.
I overdose not to kill myself, but to feel something besides pure anxiety and depression.
1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4 cut there is no amount of blood that will ever be enough.
One day I will be put out of my misery, away from this hell. That day will be eventful, because also on that day I will be buried.
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Never underestimate the ability for your reality to become worse….there is always room for it to get worse….although your situation may be hellish and horrible….do not think that the abyss can’t get deeper….it can…and most likely will…so expect it….assuming it can’t get worse is only setting yourself up to be more hurt when it does
Does it matter though? If you can’t handle things as they are now, what does knowing that “things could be worse” even help?
I guess it doesn’t “help” but it can always harm you if you think things can’t get any worse and that you’ve reached to bottom….its like having AIDS and thinking “things can’t get worse” then you discover you have cancer and 4 other STDs and diabetes…..I’d think you’d be in for more of a shock if you thought AIDS was the bottom of the barrel….there are an infinite amount of things that can happen to anyone to make their hellish existence even more hellish…I’d just rather be aware than oblivious