I just wish it were around my neck instead of under my feet. The fear that I might drop just isn’t worth the work I put in and the pain I endure. But I’m not selfish enough, nor do I have the courage to free myself.
Author
losthope
I’ve wanted to cease living since I was about 9? The first knowledge of suicide I had, at 7, seemed appealing for a second only because my mom still hadn’t tried apologizing for not showing up, nor did she try contacting at all. I don’t think I even have the energy to even explain why the prospect of suicide still hangs in the back of my mind, more prominent than I’d like to admit, but it’s all relevant. I hate putting the few I have through knowing me any longer. I’m miserably horrible to be around. I make them feel awkward, because I tell them […]