void_end
Philia
- Sep 19, 2023
- 2
All my thoughts and mind are almost consumed with death, it scares me but I can't help but feel drawn to it.
I have already attempted and was the closest I have ever been, but at the last second I ran to my mom to hug her, not out of love.
She led me step by step to where I'm right at this moment, her and those I call family.
Their control of me like a tool, a "thing" because of their beliefs have gotten to me.
I dream of them hunting me down like I never deserved to live, I dream of them finding out everything, that I have long ago became an atheist.
I tried going to a therapist, I tried three times, most of whom I got to be at all time "monitored" by my parents because a woman can't sit with a man alone.
So I was never able to say anything, only bleed as I tell him what doesn't make them bad people. Just a bit strict. Nothing more.
I hated myself to the gut, I can't stand to look in the mirror, everything that I am is the side effects of my prison, my deathly look and my sick mind. All because of how I live at this moment. And if anyone was to find out about anything, I will be killed before I even get the chance to do it alone.
So I better hurry, but my last attempt deep rooted the fear in me. How can I ever do it again.
I'm so scared, I'm so scared.
I have already attempted and was the closest I have ever been, but at the last second I ran to my mom to hug her, not out of love.
She led me step by step to where I'm right at this moment, her and those I call family.
Their control of me like a tool, a "thing" because of their beliefs have gotten to me.
I dream of them hunting me down like I never deserved to live, I dream of them finding out everything, that I have long ago became an atheist.
I tried going to a therapist, I tried three times, most of whom I got to be at all time "monitored" by my parents because a woman can't sit with a man alone.
So I was never able to say anything, only bleed as I tell him what doesn't make them bad people. Just a bit strict. Nothing more.
I hated myself to the gut, I can't stand to look in the mirror, everything that I am is the side effects of my prison, my deathly look and my sick mind. All because of how I live at this moment. And if anyone was to find out about anything, I will be killed before I even get the chance to do it alone.
So I better hurry, but my last attempt deep rooted the fear in me. How can I ever do it again.
I'm so scared, I'm so scared.