I know what it’s like to want to kill yourself.
I know what it’s like to want to do anything humanly possible to hurt yourself, just because you know you deserve it.
I know what it’s like to get stressed out, just from crossing the street.
I know what it’s like, after crossing that street, that you wish that truck that just passed, hit you.
I know what it’s like to cry yourself to sleep, because you know you’ll never be worth it.
I know what it’s like to want to die because so many people think you’re screwed up.
I know what it’s like to wish you were completely different, from head to toe.
I know what it’s like to hate every single thing in your body.
I know what it’s like to have no friends at all, to sit at home and to know that no one cares about you at all.
I know what it’s like to wish you were accepted, just once.
I know what it’s like, to want to jump in that car, and just drive away and never come back.
I know what it’s like to want to just disappear, because your existence doesn’t matter anyway.
I know what it’s like to feel my heart beat so fast I forget how to breathe. And that’s just having to talk to someone you barley even know.
I know what it’s like to want to hide away for days, because you’re so scared no one will talk to you anyway.
I know what it’s like to wish that someone cared, even a little bit, to ask “what’s up?”
I know what it’s like to just feel like giving up.
I know what it’s like to just want to drop everything and leave and never come back.
I know what it’s like to be alone for days, even though I’m surrounded by thousands of people daily.
I know what it’s like to have no on there to save you, and even music doesn’t help.
I know what it’s like to feel like nothing can help, not even the beat of the drum, or the comfort of your pet.
I know what’s it’s like to want to give up, but knowing you can’t because you’re just too much of a coward.
I know what it’s like.
Trust me.