Dear Me,
I just don’t get it. . Why doesn’t anyone else have the voices too? Â How do you fake that smile so well when we both know you’re planning ending your life? Â Why is it that you can hate yourself so much when you didn’t do anything. Your scars scream louder for help than you ever could and that’s the sad truth. Your tears can’t be separated from the bathtub water they fall into. Â No matter how much blood you steal from yourself, you can’t be satisfied, so why do you even bother to still do it? Â You’ve written your suicide letter and […]