i swear i breathe through my scars, so often i hold my breath til they’re open.
that sigh,
the deep breath.
that relief…
if ending it feels like that, i don’t know why i’m afraid.
these pills have made me into a zombie:
numb
dead
cold.
I can’t speak,
I can’t move,
I can’t cry.
I just stare and wish someone would talk to me,
force me to open my mouth, my eyes.
This constant fear and darkness isn’t what life is supposed to be, I want to give up.
I found this website a few days ago when I googled “I want to die”.
I wasn’t looking for something in particular-just some kind of…answer… or help. I’m not sure if I actually want to die or not.
I’ve been reading some posts, but I’ve been afraid to comment on any… I’m extremely afraid of talking to people, especially strangers, even if it is online, but I need to talk about it to someone, or some people, who understand.
I’m horribly, horribly depressed and I’ve felt like this for years. I’ve recently spoken to my doctor about it and he’s put me on medication and referred me to […]
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