Every morning I wake up and regret the moment my eyes open because it means that I’m still alive. My skin is electrified with the urge to cut, to relieve the pain, and although it’s not the best way, it’s a way – the only way I have now.
I’m seventeen. A few months ago I was diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety after dealing with it for the past three years. I don’t break down; I shut down.
The only reason I’m hanging on is because I can’t stand the idea of hurting the people in my life that I love.
But I can’t do this anymore.
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