Only one other person knows about me. The one I trust. The one I actually know that will always be there.
She was disgusted when I told her. She wanted me to stop. I wish I could, but I just can't.
My parents don't know. Just her, and thankfully not my boyfriend.
He would hate me. Think I was some disgusting thing that wants attention. I have mental issues.
Maybe the world WOULD be better without me. I mean, I don't matter. I'm just someone who gets in the way.
Maybe they'd treat me like a human if they knew I needed help. Probably not. They'd treat me like I was dead to them.
WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM ME??????
please just end this
YOU ARE READING
Needs Mental Help
RandomSuicidal thoughts come to mind. Constantly. They won't go away. Where's my blade....
