Every single day I am closer to my death.
Now this may sound natural to all of you.
But preparing your noose isn’t.
Preparation for death isn’t natural.
We weren’t made to accept death so why has my mind told me that I can now?
I prayed for strength – instead I got open wounds along my arms.
I asked for forgiveness – instead I got abandoned by the people I love the most.
Everybody knows that I am just one bad day away from suicide.
The worst part?
They’ve thrown me into the past.
RIP Me.
May my soul rest in peace.
They all supposedly care when it’s just too late.