I remember the other times I tried to kill myself.
I was so lost. So alone.
But I guarantee that next time,
Next time I feel so alone,
Next time I feel blinded by the things that hurt me like soap in my eyes!!
Next time I need a way out!!
Next time, I won't fail.
I tried to stop the cloud of depression and anxiety but instead it became my shadow, everywhere I go it goes.
I became nothing but a hollow shell of the girl I used to be, the girl I killed!!
Because I am a murderer
