So I was released yesterday from an 11 day stay at the 3rd hospital.. The first time I went was October 3rd-26th. This past time was November 3rd-14th. At the first hospital they put me on Prozac, Zyprexa, and Welbutrin. Hasn’t helped even the slightest.. I’m ready to just drink a bottle of vodka and slit my wrists. For the sake of my family, someone please convince me not to…
Down this long and twining road
I walk with heavy feet
My head sunk down below
I have made up my mind
It’s time to end this life
Then peace I will find
Walking down to my funeral
The mortal sin…
Some might be sad
I’ll die with a grin
Walking down to my funeral
It’s time to die
When I leave this pathetic world
I will hold my head high
So recently, I have started to cut myself. I don’t know why I do it. Maybe it is because I’m numb and it makes me feel something. I have no idea.. But why do you guys cut? I’ve never understood why someone would want to but yet I ended up finding myself doing it.
Well, after contemplating for a couple hours, I finally decided to post something. The main reason is because I mean who the hell wants to listen to some teenager going on about how depressed he is when there is no reason as to why he would be? I have a roof to sleep under and food to eat every night. I don’t get bullied. I don’t hate myself or think I’m ugly or stupid. I have no good reason to want to die. Â But yet there’s something inside me that is tearing me apart. I have no emotions any more. I just want to die. […]