I don't think I'll be here this time next year. It's all too much.
I thought it had been two years that I've felt hopeless and wanted to die. Then I see the dates on here and realized it's been 4.
Four years of trying to end things without pain. Learning to tie a hangman's knot. Not really wanting to die, just wanting to be away from him. Him "saving" me when I'd almost succeeded. Not having a real reason to be here.
I don't make any money, therefore I'm not someone that contributes to society. I'm not important.
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