“I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.” -La Dispute, Such Small Hands
I’m 19 and constantly thinking of suicide. How I’ll do it, that which will trigger it, and sometimes I wonder how people I knew would react to it. My reasons are nothing new and if anything, are probably shallow. What I assume would cause me to finally take those last few steps into the grave that I wish to lay in, […]