Even as I began to feel happy, or at least not depressed; even as I began to have hope for the future, and dreams to work towards, I still was not able to ward off my suicidal urges. Even with so much going right, I still just wanted to die.
I always knew if things got bad, I had a different safety net too. Not just the safety net of death anymore, but a safety net to return home to a comforting, loving family whom I miss dearly even to this day.
But with just a few simple words, that safety net was taken away
Now that I no longer have that to fall back on, your anger rages more than I’ve seen it in over a year and it’s becoming too much to bear
I feel more lost than I have in half a decade, and my gosh do I just want to end it.
Maybe soon I’ll try again.