While having a suicidal crisis I suddenly felt my phone buzz and when I looked it was a text… From my brother… It said happy birthday and now I can’t stop crying.
Why am I even here? Why did I have to be born? I’ve always want to just die. I’m just spending my 15th birthday crying to myself in my room, depressed, and contemplating Suicide once more out of the five-thousand times. I have the tools to do so but one problem with myself is I’m just a ***** and I just can’t do it. So why am I even here.