Hiding. I don’t want to go to the movies with you. I don’t want to celebrate anyone’s birthday. No, I don’t want to visit with you. Please don’t come by. Please don’t ask to make plans with me. Please don’t call. I have nothing left to give any of you. I cannot be a friend at the moment. I’m exhausted by all of you. You remind me of who I was. Who I am presently not. I know you want to see me smile. I know […]
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stringtiedundermyrib
What language does one choose when all is lost? When the thought of ending ones life is the only safety net left. I’ve been here before. Wandering the shores of hopelessness. Whirling in the abyss. Aching for an end. Devoid of hope. Lost. Broken. Forgotten. Burning. Empty. Numb.
I see all these people who seem to have it together. They somehow understand life. They somehow understand their purpose. I never figured any of that out & I feel myself being left further & further behind. […]