It'll Never End.

you.

You don't know what it's like to lose 3 of the closest people you had, all within months.

You don't know what it's like to have a dying best friend, someone who's home has become more of a home than the one you reside in routinely.

You don't know how it feels to feel some constant and then suddenly, have it all disappear because you're not worth it anymore.

You don't fucking get that feeling of some sort of relief when you feel a blade against your wrist or your thigh or your hip, or even when you smoke some sort of something.

You don't understand what it's like to go through the hell of blaming yourself for everyone leaving you, wondering what you could fix about your fucked up mind so they'd all come back.

You'll never get what it feels like to only live for your one, true friend that's dying or your mother because you know they're the only ones that truly matter in this stupid life of yours.

You won't ever fucking get it.

Because while you're having a great, busy life of somber and contentment, I'm having a war in my mind.