I know I want to die, but I’m not exactly planning it like I used to. The pain of being alive is still constant, but I can’t die because no one will take care of my babies if I do.
I also know that I want this pain to end. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing. It hurts even when I’m laughing, excited, or happy. It’s always lingering to tell me that my joyful moments are nothing but fleeting. In the next hour, minute, or second, sadness will take it away. It has never failed me […]