I can’t remember how I got to this point where I don’t want to carry on.
I thought I was getting better but my wrist are raw and bloody and my tears taste of salt.
Gradually and then suddenly is what I tell the few who notice.
It’s like waking up one morning, afraid you’re going to live.
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i never got that whole “afraid to live” phenomenon.
For me it was more like i was always afraid i’d never get to truly live, and then one day i “woke up” and realized my youth was gone, and that i hadn’t been able to truly live, and that i never would.
Sounds like me, I want to die, afraid I might live. I do not belong here, on this earth.