Right now, I'm falling apart. I feel lost. Happiness doesn't even seem like something I can accomplish right now. And I'm trying so hard not to cut but I want to so bad so I'll feel okay.
I'm scared to death that depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts will always be a constant battle I have to fight, I'm scared I never will be fully okay. That I'm always gonna have to fight the urge to pull that razor across my skin or anything sharp. That I'm always gonna have a terrible self esteem.
I'm tired of always being the girl there for everyone, always looking out for everyone.
I want someone to notice I'm not okay.. I'm falling apart.