Everytime I get into a car I hope it’ll crash so I don’t have to go on, everytime I go to sleep I hope I’ll never wake up, everytime I walk around late at night I want to just be murdered. I starve myself and take small overdoses in the hopes that my organs won’t be able to handle it and I’ll just drop dead.
I just want it to end. The fact that I can’t do it myself makes it even harder, it’s a vicious cycle filled with malicious irony.
Author
ckie
I’ve been falling in and out of depression so easily over the past two years, I’ll feel okay for a few days and then something will happen and I’ll go crashing back down. The worst part is everything that has fucked up in my life has always been my fault. The last time I tried to commit suicide I told some friends about it, I made an unsuccessful overdose attempt and pity turned into cries of attention seeking. This time around I’ve not told anyone because I know the same thing will happen and I can’t handle any more. I feel so alone, I am […]