bevutifulsorrow
Death slowly creeping on me.
- Jun 28, 2023
- 5
For a second I thought someone cared for a second I thought I was okay, but the rain continued to
pour and the clouds continued to
blacken. I forgot what it was like for the sun to shine and beam off of my skin. The rain it won't stop I looked for shelter only to realize it would only block the rain for a short time. When the rain comes down harder and the wind begins to blow my shelter will no longer hold up. I will have nothing once more to protect me from it all.
I've had so many storms in life and for once I thought no matter what I will not break down. I first wanted to die at 9. I couldn't even explain it or understand why I was even feeling like I had to take my life… as I got older I realized that not wanting to be here was becoming more and more common in my thoughts. I've tried strangulation a few times I guess I just wasn't strong enough, I've cut myself a few times but not deep enough.
I mainly would scratch my self so hard until I scratched my skin off.
I'm saying all of that to say I don't feel like anyone hears me and I mean really hear me. Not only do I feel like no one hears me I don't think people understand me let alone want to. I'm alone and I thought being alone was ok until I realized that being alone only made the feelings worse I don't know if I hate it here or want to be here I don't know what to feel anymore. I really don't even think anyone cares. When I cry out for help no one notices and idk how to get them to.. I HATE IT!!!! I hate that I don't want to be here most of the time…
pour and the clouds continued to
blacken. I forgot what it was like for the sun to shine and beam off of my skin. The rain it won't stop I looked for shelter only to realize it would only block the rain for a short time. When the rain comes down harder and the wind begins to blow my shelter will no longer hold up. I will have nothing once more to protect me from it all.
I've had so many storms in life and for once I thought no matter what I will not break down. I first wanted to die at 9. I couldn't even explain it or understand why I was even feeling like I had to take my life… as I got older I realized that not wanting to be here was becoming more and more common in my thoughts. I've tried strangulation a few times I guess I just wasn't strong enough, I've cut myself a few times but not deep enough.
I mainly would scratch my self so hard until I scratched my skin off.
I'm saying all of that to say I don't feel like anyone hears me and I mean really hear me. Not only do I feel like no one hears me I don't think people understand me let alone want to. I'm alone and I thought being alone was ok until I realized that being alone only made the feelings worse I don't know if I hate it here or want to be here I don't know what to feel anymore. I really don't even think anyone cares. When I cry out for help no one notices and idk how to get them to.. I HATE IT!!!! I hate that I don't want to be here most of the time…