19.06.2022
Sometimes I wish they would see, I wish they could see the pain in my eyes, my tears in the dark and the anxiety in every word. I wish they would hug me, tell it's okay. I wish they would just be there, I wish they would see.
But I don't want help. I don't want them to see, I need to hide everything, I'm not worth it. I don't deserve help and I don't want help, but I wish they would see.
But I'm scared, I could tell them but I'm scared they'll leave me, I'm scared of their reaction. I'm scared they'll use it against me, I'm scared to lose them. I wish they would hug me, tell me it's okay but they won't and I know. And it's okay, maybe that's better and I don't understand that stupid wish, because I don't want to see them I don't want them to know how broken and hurt I am, I don't want them to know everything. I don't want them to know everything about me. And I know they.. Idk, I'm helpless, please stop me, stop me from cutting, stop me from killing myself, please stop me. Help me, save me but I know you won't. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry, leave me please, hate me.
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RandomTW Das hier ist wahrscheinlich nichts für Menschen, denen es psychisch nicht gut geht, die mit Depression, Ängsten oder irgendwas in dieser Richtung zu tun haben! Großteils sind es Gedanken und Situation, Texte die aus dem Moment heraus entstehen...
