Valky
Petulant Child
- Apr 4, 2023
- 1,322
This is pure venting and I don't expect anyone to actually read this but I need to get it off my chest.
I am so tired.
I am so tired of living.
Tired of holding on.
Tired of trying to make it work.
Tired of trying my best and still failing.
Tired of trying to keep finding reasons as to why I should not ctb.
Tired of living for others.
Tired of trying to help others and not getting anything in return.
Tired of loving people.
Tired of trying to fit in.
Tired of existing.
Life is like a marathon with different obstacles. Seen the videos of those tripping eventually and face planting into the ground? The race is over for them. All the hard work, all the blood and tears for nothing. This is what mental illness feels like.
'Life keeps on moving'. Some say it's a blessing some say it's a curse. It is both. Life can help you overcome a lot of things by pushing you forward. But what if you are not ready yet? What if you need time first to get back up on your feet? We don't have that time. Life keeps moving but without us. We just get run over and are expected to somehow keep moving.
I never asked to even be here. I don't wanna be here. I Never wanted to either.
My mother had a miscarriage before she had me. Why?? Why did it have to be me? Why could I just never exist in the first place.
I am trying so hard everyday to be positive, for myself and especially for others. The great days are beautiful and they seem to make life worth living but the bad ones hit even harder. I have no right to even be sad. I had so many chances, so many opportunities, so much love and support and yet, I still see no point.
I am trying so hard not to self harm again since I have been clean for 3-4 years now. But I just wanna cut myself again. I wanna slice my arms and thighs open again and again and hope that this time it really will be it.
I don't wanna die.
I just don't want to exist.
I am so tired.
I am so tired of living.
Tired of holding on.
Tired of trying to make it work.
Tired of trying my best and still failing.
Tired of trying to keep finding reasons as to why I should not ctb.
Tired of living for others.
Tired of trying to help others and not getting anything in return.
Tired of loving people.
Tired of trying to fit in.
Tired of existing.
Life is like a marathon with different obstacles. Seen the videos of those tripping eventually and face planting into the ground? The race is over for them. All the hard work, all the blood and tears for nothing. This is what mental illness feels like.
'Life keeps on moving'. Some say it's a blessing some say it's a curse. It is both. Life can help you overcome a lot of things by pushing you forward. But what if you are not ready yet? What if you need time first to get back up on your feet? We don't have that time. Life keeps moving but without us. We just get run over and are expected to somehow keep moving.
I never asked to even be here. I don't wanna be here. I Never wanted to either.
My mother had a miscarriage before she had me. Why?? Why did it have to be me? Why could I just never exist in the first place.
I am trying so hard everyday to be positive, for myself and especially for others. The great days are beautiful and they seem to make life worth living but the bad ones hit even harder. I have no right to even be sad. I had so many chances, so many opportunities, so much love and support and yet, I still see no point.
I am trying so hard not to self harm again since I have been clean for 3-4 years now. But I just wanna cut myself again. I wanna slice my arms and thighs open again and again and hope that this time it really will be it.
I don't wanna die.
I just don't want to exist.
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