Living A Day Longer Than Death.

Help

Having a choice is a matter of having an opinion.
The thing is, I'm forced to have neither.
It's so tiring having to put up this facade.
Unable to feel comfortable in my own house.
My own skin.
My own mind.
It surely does put a lot on my plate.
But it's alright.
I can handle it.
I can get through this.
Wait a minute...
I can't do this!
Because the decision I make,
Will be my biggest mistake.
So it's nothing to waste.
Please! Look at my face.
I'm tired of going through this.
It's been going on for so long.
It's so bad that I can't even concentrate.
This isn't the real me.
What you see is a fake.
A puppet of negative thoughts.
Who would've thought
That I would've turned out like this?
Someone help me please!
Save me from myself
Before I do something that I'll regret later.