I can’t anymore. I physically can’t. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t be of use to anyone. I can’t keep my hands from shaking. I can’t keep my breathing even. I can’t stop myself from cutting my body up. I can’t love. I can’t cry. I can’t keep this up anymore. I can’t seem to care. But the biggest can’t I have in my life is how I can’t seem to kill myself just yet. What am I waiting for? Can’t. Can’t. Can’t. That’s all I seem to think in terms of. Was. I want to be was. I was struggling. I was suicidal. […]
