it’s sad to think how easily a life can be taken away. a whole collection of memories and experiences gone within a tug of a rope or the slice of a blade. i can’t see myself getting through the night and i honestly don’t want to. the thought of my pain ending makes me happy, it’s the only thing that does anymore. another night, another attempt.
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I feel you. It’s another attempt on another night. Another time to fail. It’s so simple to die. And yet I stare at my death weapon each night. Picking it up, feeling how easily it can take my life. I go so far but it never happens. Maybe I’m lucky I don’t have enough self will to pull the last trigger or push the blade or drop myself. I’m still alive, but how does that even matter anymore. I feel you man
each attempt makes me feel even more useless, i can’t seem to succeed at dying no matter how much i want to. our bodies don’t want us dead, they make us push through all the overdoses and things we do when trying to escape the pain. people tell me it’s a good thing that i’ve survived, but i don’t see the point of living another day like this.
Go get some help. Go check yourself into a hospital
I hope you’re still here