It’s difficult wanting to die, but knowing you’ll never go through with it.
My first thoughts of suicide were in 7th grade. I’m not sure why. It’s been over 5 years since then and though I’ve gone through several long periods of happiness and feeling content, those thoughts still remain.
I’ve nothing left to live for, I get up out of bed in the morning because I’m awake.
Honestly, the only thing that’s prevented me from killing myself is my family. They’re good people. They don’t deserve to live the rest of their lives with that in the back of their minds.
It’s just so hard sometimes.
I mean, I […]