im sat here in the middle of my moms living room on the couch listening to music,its like im a ghost they dont see me and if they do they dont care that im here so why am i? why havent I ended it they would notice me hours if I went to my room and ended it they wouldnt find me till its too late,they wont care they never have they know im depressed and they dont even try anymore I see it in their eyes they think im fucked up freak and maybe am which makes it that much clearer that I shouldnt be here so ill do what I always do just go to my room until I cant feel anymore they dont even notice the cuts I dont even hide them my family really dont care and I really dont know why im here anymore im just a ghost of what was once a kid now im 17 and ready to die
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just a question, do you care if they are there? if you do care, how do you show it? maybe they do care but don´t know how to show it either. Maybe they have the same feelings of hopelessness like yourself, maybe they hate being alive just as much as yourself, but struggle through it like you do.
All that said, you have no responsibility for their happiness, and they none for yours. I guess that´s depressing just as much as it is freeing. You don´t choose your parents, but you chose how much you let them affect you. No one on this planet gets the childhood they wish they had. And even the people who appear to have it all, trust me they don`t. They are just better at hiding it. They are human and plagued with fears, anxiety and shame just like yourself.
well maybe im weaker than the rest then because I cant take this
sorry, i didn´t mean to make it sound like it´s just normal to hate you´re life. it´s not, and you´re not weak, you´re going through an incredibly hard time. i guess i just wanted to give some perspective.
im ready to take my life if only I wasnt scared to hurt my friends 🙁