At some point you have enough.
I don't think I really want to kill myself.
But I don't want to live like that either.
Maybe I do want to kill myself.
Maybe I should kill myself.
The voice in my head tells me so.
But there they all are.
Who would stand crying at my grave.
Even as a ghost I wouldn't be able to cope with that.
And then she says she wouldn't care how much I would cry if she would kill herself.
I wish I didn't care either.
I wish I could jump off a skyscraper without thinking about them all.
I wish I could cut my veins without thinking of them all.
But I can't.
And I think I never can.
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RandomI will upload here many of my texts that I write. Maybe one or the other feels a little more understood and not so alone. !TW! Suicidal thoughts, SH and more
