disasterplant
i crave an ending to this melancholy
- Aug 2, 2021
- 26
I don't want to be suicidal. I hate these thoughts that plague my mind like the fucking disease that it is. It's like they aren't my own, but they are in my head. But they are never gonna go away completely.
"Get some help." Is what they tell us. But what is help?
So I can sit in the emergency room for days upon days? Only to be sent home with some pills that will just rot my fucking brain even more?
Talk to someone who's supposedly "trained" to help me when they don't give two shits about whether I live or die. I'm just another client to them. They are paid to sit and listen to me bitch and moan for an hour, and once that hour is over, I'm alone again. I'm not paying for that shit.
No one gives a shit. No one is gonna take me seriously. I'm just another hysterical girl that claims to hate her life. Poor her. It's just hormones.
I'm terrified of myself because I know I will do it eventually, and it will be out of impulsivity.
"Oh, I wish there was something we could've done to help her."
There was nothing you could have done to help me. Fuck you.
"Get some help." Is what they tell us. But what is help?
So I can sit in the emergency room for days upon days? Only to be sent home with some pills that will just rot my fucking brain even more?
Talk to someone who's supposedly "trained" to help me when they don't give two shits about whether I live or die. I'm just another client to them. They are paid to sit and listen to me bitch and moan for an hour, and once that hour is over, I'm alone again. I'm not paying for that shit.
No one gives a shit. No one is gonna take me seriously. I'm just another hysterical girl that claims to hate her life. Poor her. It's just hormones.
I'm terrified of myself because I know I will do it eventually, and it will be out of impulsivity.
"Oh, I wish there was something we could've done to help her."
There was nothing you could have done to help me. Fuck you.