"The thoughts are slowly winning and I'm scared of what I might do once it does."
— something your suicidal friend would never admit to you
Do you know
I’m not me anymore
There’s nothing left to live for
You say you know everything
But why does it fails when it comes to me
Do you know
Even I don’t know who I am anymore
My brain is is slowly killing me
And I’m just letting it be
And my body is begging for me survive
But what if I don’t want to
To be called all these names
To be ashamed of myself
To HATE myself
Do you know
Your words are like knives in my heart
And these knives are tearing me apart
You took my innocence away
But for you it was just a play
Can you stop
Please STOP
Cause I don’t think I can fight anymore
It feels like I’m drowning. I can’t breathe and every time I try to reach the surface, there’s another wave ready to crash down on me and break me again.
“its getting bad again but i don’t know if i have the motivation to stop it this time.”
— i thought i was done feeling like this
Everyone forgets about me, I feel so replaceable.
If I died today, nobody would notice…
There’s a frustration that comes with trying so hard and yet finding no results. I’m trying so fucking hard and yet I can’t escape the fact that I’d be better off dead.