
sapphoslastpoem
Student
- Jun 23, 2022
- 111
It's been super disorienting for me to think about how I started feeling suicidal when I was 9. For almost my entire life, I've have to struggle with my mental illnesses and living a normal life was incredibly hard. I think I was 16 when I decided that I wouldn't let my suicidal thoughts take over and I was going to do everything I could to want to live (find a boyfriend, have good friends, get my college degree and career).
I'm in my early 20's now and almost all of those goals got flushed down the toilet. Except, I have a boyfriend (he's the most loving and caring person in the world) but I wish I never met him because I'm going to be leaving soon and hurting him in the process, he's the only one who doesn't deserve to feel pain from my departure.
I feel selfish and like a horrible person—I am a horrible person and what happened almost a year ago, solidifies that. I spent too long in my teens years trying to prevent the inevitable, I was meant to die. From the moment I could comprehend what was going on around me, from the moment I was first diagnosed and burdened to live a life in mental suffering, I was destined to end my life and I waited too long.
I waited too long and now it's gotten to be too much, now I know that's my only solution. Can't get a job anymore, can't leave my house, too nervous and paranoid to be around anyone. I'm not living anymore, I'm suffering and it's agonizing. Anyone who says that I should wait to see how life ends up, wants me to suffer, they want me to be worse off.
I'm in my early 20's now and almost all of those goals got flushed down the toilet. Except, I have a boyfriend (he's the most loving and caring person in the world) but I wish I never met him because I'm going to be leaving soon and hurting him in the process, he's the only one who doesn't deserve to feel pain from my departure.
I feel selfish and like a horrible person—I am a horrible person and what happened almost a year ago, solidifies that. I spent too long in my teens years trying to prevent the inevitable, I was meant to die. From the moment I could comprehend what was going on around me, from the moment I was first diagnosed and burdened to live a life in mental suffering, I was destined to end my life and I waited too long.
I waited too long and now it's gotten to be too much, now I know that's my only solution. Can't get a job anymore, can't leave my house, too nervous and paranoid to be around anyone. I'm not living anymore, I'm suffering and it's agonizing. Anyone who says that I should wait to see how life ends up, wants me to suffer, they want me to be worse off.