clearing eyes
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- Jul 23, 2019
- 44
even when i myself am not suicidal, there is always something in my mind that is beckoning me towards death. it's as though i am receiving messages from the outside, messages that tell me i do not belong here. i don't hear them, they are just there. maybe some of us are here by mistake, and i do believe i am one of them. i've never loved myself, i never felt like a person, but rather fragments of others and fragments of my inner child all haphazardly put together. every few years i am dismantled, and i don't remember anything. i am 18 but i think my mind stopped developing. someone like this is not meant for survival, and my mind knows that.