“You are not needed”
Those words ring through my head constantly
Ever since they were spit at me, spit at my face
And I couldn’t say anything
Because that would mean denying the truth
Suicide
I’d always considered it yeah
It was always passive, a passing thought throughout life
The usual motives are still there, and it’s all so cliche
I think I am fat and ugly and stupid
My story just seems like another one of those huh
The most major problem I have is depression
And my emotions are unfortunately unstable
I have panic attacks, I never see them coming
Then comes cutting, such a sick process of harming and healing
Then attempts to make myself hurl, all […]