Recovery seems so distant and difficult and tonight it feels damn near unreachable.
If I go tonight I won't feel a thing.
If I add one more line to my thigh it won't matter
I've been "tired" and rundown for a while
I'm getting sick of it
The meds aren't working
The voices won't stop
I'm going insane
And you can't even notice
Does anyone hear me screaming for help
Or should I bleed a little more
I'm drowning slowly and you say you are trying to help but you're the one holding me under
-j.h
YOU ARE READING
The mind of a depressed teenager.
AcakThis is were I will write what I feel and my problems and rant about how messed up I am.
