Ah yes, depression. The thing that’s been haunting me all my life, and just gets worse and worse. There were some points where I would get better for a while. But then I would spiral back into that dreadful state. Crashing harder and further each time. Sometimes I wonder, “when am I finally gonna give up?”
Here’s the thing I’ve never told anyone: I want to die. SO badly…..and it pathetic. It feels like a living hell each second I’m alive. And worst part is, nobody really gives a s***t.
My parents, brothers, and even my extended family quickly dismiss my suicidal ideation. I tell them. But that’s about it. They see me withdrawing, not speaking, not eating, and just overall, in distress. Also, I’ve been sick; throwing up and loose bowels for about two weeks now. I can’t keep anything down anymore and don’t even have the energy to help myself. Oh, and yeah…..my family knows.
So I’m just sitting here wondering, “when will it end….”
Y’know I might just die here. Alone in my bed. But I’ll be ok with that.
Maybe I’ll end up dying from dehydration or something. My energy levels and overall well-being is the worst it’s ever been. I’m already fainting from lack of nutrients, and have lost so much weight it’s completely noticeable. If I die, so be it. I literally can’t do this anymore, nor do I care.
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A stranger to you I am
Only a stranger in skin
As I have never met you
A ship we sail across a sea
Waves crashing and tipping
Your boat
No land in sight
Surrounded by water and
Yet dry as a bone
Panic thoughts anxious mind
Better off sink to the bottom
Hold my hand
Take an ore with me
Together we are stronger
We can cross this sea!
I feel that, starvation does appear to be in the cards for me as well. Not my preferred method, but it’ll work. Interesting fun fact, as much as misery can be fun; eating disorders kill more people than suicide. I have a worthless degree in such things, and it’s going to kill me too. How lucky we are to have such an indifferent culture that will allow us such deaths
Like imagine a “compassionate” society where people cared, we’d have to argue over our right to die. Not here, in this mass of misery, I think that anyone who wishes to go is allowed to. Small comforts, but those are the only I get to see these days.
People pretend to care because they don’t want to be seen in a bad light but ultimately they just want you gone so they can have peace and quiet