Wow... I haven't had these thoughts in awhile... A long while at that. I thought it was gone and I overcomed it. Maybe I've been thinking about it for awhile and now I've finally come to a point where I must face them.
Suicide.
When I first had them, I was maybe 16(emotional as fuck). That was the first time I had them as recurring thoughts. The first time the initial thought of suicide was when I was maybe 11-12ish... I wasn't happy at school(picked on), home wasn't a happy place at all(pops kinda didn't know what he was doing and mom... I honestly don't know... 'Was she there for me or him?' I asked myself constantly).
Fuck it... Each day is tougher than the last, right? Fuck it, fight through it and endure...
Even if the enemy is yourself
HxC: Out
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