Killing myself.
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Vermin[OP]
29.05.2024 01:03
LinkSide swept to side, beads tremble out in long tendrils as I bite down on my bottom lip, a whimper - a cry escapes my mouth with a heavy drawn breath. My tounge reached to the roof of my mouth as a held back a wretched sob, closing my eyes tightly.
Life is hard. So hard that I don't think I want to keep pushing through. Every day is the asme. Wake up, stare at the ceiling with long sighs. Bloody, scarred arms biting at my skin as I shift.
I was getting tired of it.
So tired I couldn't do it anymore.
Do you ever think you yourself; it might just be you? Overthinking everything at every given moment after laughing with your friends on calls, to crying on your desk because you know you failed them more than once. It's a strong, stinging sensation in your chest that you want out of. And when you want the help you need, you're 'begging for attention' it seems. This beg for attention isn't just you wanting people to care. It's a cry for help, that you're willing to give but you can't take because you don
Vermin[OP]
29.05.2024 01:03
Link want out of. And when you want the help you need, you're 'begging for attention' it seems. This beg for attention isn't just you wanting people to care. It's a cry for help, that you're willing to give but you can't take because you don't want people to think differently of you.
No. These are the thoughts you get when something wrong happens, it aches your chest, makes you breathe all raspy and weird and you feel your heart strings get tugged. It's like you cry daily nowadays. Knowing that people hate you. Knowing that you don't want to know the truth but you can clearly see it by the way they talk, the way they move. You envy everyone and everything because you think they have a better life than you. You think they have it better and you WISH that you could have it better.
Vermin[OP]
29.05.2024 01:04
LinkYour hands tremble as you rub your eyes. Your eyes are red and puffy, a testament to the sorrow that has overwhelmed you. You try to take deep breaths, trying to regain control, but the sadness seems to envelop you like a shroud, making it difficult to think straight or even move.
You shift in the place you lay, sitting up and grabbing hold of that glass full of powder, lifting it to your lips.
35.
35.
It's not enough, not nearly enough, because this is nothing more than a temporary painender. Yet in your desperation, you cling to it like a lifeline, a desperate attempt to escape from the pain that consumes you from within. You're terrified of what others will think of you now, now that you've drank the whole glass almost to the point of throwing it back up. How are you going to tell your parents? Or how will they find you when you wake up. Bite down your sob-stories and wait another day.
he'll never smile again
never laugh again
never eat again
never drink again
never go to parties again
never swim again
never travel again
never sing again
never dance again
never feel again
never cry again
never punch a hole in the wall again
never sneak out again
never run again
never walk again
never sleep again
never get out of bed in the mornings again
never listen to music again
never hug again
never high five again
never breathe
again
do you regret those messages now?
get it through your head.
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