My
battle
I couldn't thin of anything else to do.
Because I was all alone.
Because nobody cared.
Because I was worthless.
Because there was no point.
Because the thought of dying crossed my mind everyday.
Because the urge to kill myself continued to get stronger.
And stronger.
Until one night I attempted something.
Something I wish I could take back.
But also something I'm glad I didn't go all the way
through with.
Everything is constantly a battle.
And I want it to end.
But I don't want to end.
I try to tell myself that I can do it everyday.
That I'm not alone.
That someone cares.
That I'm worth something.
That there is a point.
That I don't want to die.
That I don't want to kill myself.
That there could be nothing better than waking up everyday.
I try hard to believe it.
To convince myself that it's all true.
I'm slowly getting there.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Someday I'll see what makes the sun shine.
trishafaye819 · 8 years ago
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