𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞☘︎︎

Warning!!

This story contains sensitive and mature topics like:
•sex
•suicidal thoughts
•traumatic events
•therapy
•homophobia
•verbal abuse
•intrusive thoughts
•sicknesses
•suicidal attempts
•drugs
•descriptions of bodily fluids
•adhd+add
+ more

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Notes of sensitive topics will be listed that are used in that chapter , will be at the beginning of each chapter.

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Coming up
•verbal abuse
•suicidal attempts and thoughts
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365 days in a year.
365 days and each day is the same.
I've been going through something.But they don't know.

Do I count blessings?Too bad god hasn't been on my side since birth.

I'm a bastard,I slit my wrist at the same time everyday;10:42 being the time I swept out the womb.
My father might be dead but obviously I wouldn't know.

Did he know I was going to be a failure?

I step closer to the edge of a tall bridge/intersection that had pretty nice service road at the bottom.

"Tyler please baby come talk to me don't do this"

"YOURE MY ONLY SON BABY PLEASE"

"give me one reason why i shouldn't"

"Because Tyler people love you and jumping of a bridge will only bring attention.....and you hate attention Tyler this is not an option T"

I step down.

Doing a back flip off that bitch would have worked but whatever.

Today I have attempted 3 times.Well 3 times more that the normal day.

As my life goes in cycle once my mom catches me she gives me a talk,then sends me to a damn therapist for two hours exactly.

"Tyler you could've fucking killed yourself"

"You know how much suffering you would go through"

"I'm sending you to Dr.TC today, and why do you have that yellow sweatshirt on?Its 90 degrees outside"

"Don't tell me you've been slitting your wrist and arms again"

"yes"I murmured as she hit my arm.

"quit fucking doing that"

"It's.. it's NOT THAT FUCKING EASY IF WAS I WOULDNT BE FUCKING DOING IT SOMETIMES I WONDER DO YOU EVEN FUCKING CARE ABOUTMY FEELINGS"

I left of the car slamming the door as we made at Dr.Tc's office.
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Tell them,tell 'em the truth

Tell em ,tell em ,tell em your-

You really need some therapy
Real nigga need no therapy, fuck you talkin' about?
Nah, nah, you sound stupid as fuck
Shit, everybody stupid
Yeah, well, you need to talk to someone
Reach out to Eckhart
I come from a generation of home invasions and I got daddy issues, that's on me
Everything them four walls had taught me, made habits bury deep-Father Time (Kendrick Lamar)