Everyday, torture, pain, sadness, depression.
It never goes away.
Ever.
It just sits inside your head.
Taunting you.
The itch at your wrist.
It screams out for the sharp metal to cut its skin.
The words in your head.
The tell you to go deeper, to end it.
The people.
Making fun of you.
Never letting you be in peace.
You want to die.
End it all.
It will be easier in you.
No more people, or itching, or your thoughts not shutting up.
But, is it really easier?
Taking the easy way out?
Instead if fighting?
Fighting is hard.
But think of all the people you love.
Your family.
Friends.
Anyone who loves you.
Would they think this is the easy route?
No.
Never.
Ending your own life isn't the answer.
It never is.
You were born for a fucking reason.
Maybe you don't see it yet.
But it's there.
You have to keep fighting.
For me.
For your family.
For your friends.
But, most importantly, yourself.
Keep fighting this war.
You will win.
Don't surrender.
