This is the first time in my life that I have fully felt defeated. There is no longer this little voice in my head that is telling me grasp onto something that will make me want to live. The dark thoughts have infiltrated my mind and left me feeling like i'm floating. Not actually floating, but floating through my days. My days have no meaning. I wake up and I'm like, "Okay, doing this, this, and this today". All I have to do is show up. When I think about leaving this world, I'm no longer afraid to hurt my loved ones. I tried my best for many years and that might just be all I can give them. Tomorrow is always so fucking hard to see. People grieve and then they keep on living. I truly believe that I was not meant for this world and I am okay with that.
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Teen FictionThe story of how I started to fall apart and the never ending thoughts that roam my head
