Don't you ever just wonder, you could easily leave.
Just take those pills,
Take that step off,
Pull that trigger,
Dig that blade in a little deeper,
Boom.
It all could be over soon.
Everything causing you so much pain, the tears, the screams, the sobs, the blood, the fake smiles, the pills, the therapists, the doctors, the "friends", it all could end.
Don't you ever just wonder, you could easily leave.
Why not?
No one would ever care.
No one would notice.
I'm just another worthless human being, pretending I mean something I really don't. Holding on to the idea that I make a difference when I just fuck things up worse.
Why not?
Just take those pills,
Take that step off,
Pull that trigger,
Dig that blade in a little deeper,
Boom.
It all could be over.
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Xx I wrote this in the rock bottom of my depression, it's not recent but it was what I used to think to myself in the middle of the night -Nadia
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