These days, my mind just goes numb.
I feel myself drifting away to a space where no one will disturb me.
I think about death more often than I should, and I can feel myself falling down yet again into the deep, dark hole inside my mind.
Never give up; keep fighting.
That used to be my life's motto.
But what if I'm tired of fighting?
Tired of restricting myself from what I truly feel...
Where were you when I needed you the most?
All of you left me when I needed you the most, when I was dying, and you all acted as if it were totally fine.
Why? I was just a child back then; what did I ever do to you to make you act this way towards me?
You saw me crying and laughing; you saw me hurting, and you fuc*ing laughed.
It's funny, isn't it?
How would the people you would do anything for leave you to die like you meant nothing to them?
Maybe I didn't; maybe I trusted them too much.
Sadly, it is what it is.
I will never trust anyone that way ever again, because I don't think I'll be able to survive this kind of pain and hurt once more.———————
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