sa666
End of the line
- Oct 29, 2023
- 26
I always wonder if I'm real. Sometimes it feels like if I don't speak, if I don't move, I can just disappear. It constantly feels like I don't belong, I feel misplaced.
It seems like no matter how hard I try I will always be the odd one out. My brain refuses to let me believe the people who tell me otherwise. I want to cry and scream, I want someone to notice, someone who gets what it's like to never feel at home in your own body.
I know how this story ends, you'll get tired and you'll leave, and I'll be the one who suffers in the end because I tried to let myself be loved.
I guess in the end suicide is the only option. No matter how much I change, no matter how many pills I take or therapists I see. I will always be suffering.
I wish I could be put down like a bad dog.
It seems like no matter how hard I try I will always be the odd one out. My brain refuses to let me believe the people who tell me otherwise. I want to cry and scream, I want someone to notice, someone who gets what it's like to never feel at home in your own body.
I know how this story ends, you'll get tired and you'll leave, and I'll be the one who suffers in the end because I tried to let myself be loved.
I guess in the end suicide is the only option. No matter how much I change, no matter how many pills I take or therapists I see. I will always be suffering.
I wish I could be put down like a bad dog.