Writings

[O_oreo.]

I know it sounds cliché, it would be absurd to read this, I just wanted to share a few letters of what I feel right now, I hope you have a nice day.
For me, I was already dead, right now I'm dead.
Nothing goes right for me
You have to fake the smile, fake it so as not to make anyone uncomfortable
I always attract the bad
You have to destroy yourself to rest
Rest will get me out of all this
Everybody knows I'm a rag doll
This is a reality that I never liked
I don't know what I feel anymore
Everything weighs on me, my existence, my soul, my body, but most of all my mind
I don't want to talk, I don't want to listen, I don't want to exist
I am already an adult, we adults have to have everything organized, and I don't feel like that.
Stress and sadness are eating me up
And the stories of the past are repeating themselves
I'm not enough, why do you think I'm enough?
What am I? Because I was born? Who is this?
I don't want to be in this skin
I want to sleep forever
Sleep is a pleasant death
I don't want to think or imagine, turn off my consciousness.
I'm watching myself from the outside
I want him to be here, how absurd hahahahahah, you don't even pay attention to me, but I love you, but why don't you love me and you love her?
I want to close my eyes and no one to keep looking at me.

 

[jamie_]

lovely. i used to have a passion for this type of writing about a year ago that i posted on this forum somewhere when i first entered into my suicidality. it is another thing that has worn out as time passes.

 

[SarRy]

I think you express the confusion and distress of suicidality quite well. Well done.

 

[O_oreo.]

Thank you very much , I hope that other people may come to read my writings.

 

[flightless bird]

I'm so sorry, I feel you.