exiled
i gave so many signs
- Jun 17, 2023
- 296
Nothing I ever type or speak aloud will do justice or fully capture what goes on inside my brain. I need it to turn off. Forever. I can't take the hell that is constantly overtaking my entire body head to toe. Every thought, every feeling, every desire is met with absolute tragedy. Everything I ever loved or was loved by has slipped away. Every person I thought protected me, cared for me, wanted the best for me, has betrayed me.
Perhaps I am the problem. Or perhaps I am not. Either way, it's no good. Either I'm terribly fucked in the head, or terribly fucking cursed. What existence is either of those things?
I wish there was someone who would listen with compassion. Without judgment. Without force of action. Just an open space.
My life feels impossible to continue, yet death seems implausible. Attempting to catch the bus with the level of SI that I have seems so contradictory and a waste of materials, time, and energy. I'm never going to be able to end my life because I can't do it. I'll admit.
Yet I'm stuck. Alive in this cruel, unforgiving existence. Beyond belief. My best friend took her own life end of '21. Everyone calls her so weak for it but it's the bravest step she ever took.
I'm not brave. Which means my punishment is this life. What do you do when it's nothing but torture and there is no way out?
What do you do when it is excruciatingly painful but there is no out? No cure, no relief? I'm in hell. I genuinely believe I am. It feels as if I already died and was some type of Hitler in a last life and this is God punishing me. That maybe the existence I am in now is the hell that the Bible speaks of. Maybe my eternity is being within this body forever.
If I did something at some point that warranted this punishment, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please just save me, God. Take me from this hell. Wake me from this nightmare. Where, O Lord, is Your grace? Has it run out just for me? I am desperate.
Perhaps I am the problem. Or perhaps I am not. Either way, it's no good. Either I'm terribly fucked in the head, or terribly fucking cursed. What existence is either of those things?
I wish there was someone who would listen with compassion. Without judgment. Without force of action. Just an open space.
My life feels impossible to continue, yet death seems implausible. Attempting to catch the bus with the level of SI that I have seems so contradictory and a waste of materials, time, and energy. I'm never going to be able to end my life because I can't do it. I'll admit.
Yet I'm stuck. Alive in this cruel, unforgiving existence. Beyond belief. My best friend took her own life end of '21. Everyone calls her so weak for it but it's the bravest step she ever took.
I'm not brave. Which means my punishment is this life. What do you do when it's nothing but torture and there is no way out?
What do you do when it is excruciatingly painful but there is no out? No cure, no relief? I'm in hell. I genuinely believe I am. It feels as if I already died and was some type of Hitler in a last life and this is God punishing me. That maybe the existence I am in now is the hell that the Bible speaks of. Maybe my eternity is being within this body forever.
If I did something at some point that warranted this punishment, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please just save me, God. Take me from this hell. Wake me from this nightmare. Where, O Lord, is Your grace? Has it run out just for me? I am desperate.