Getting bad again for no reason after you've been so happy for a quite long time is the worst thing that could possibly happen at some point in your life. But still, suicidal thoughts and bipolar acts aren't something that you can always run from.
Sometimes they came around and left in a blink of an eye. Sometimes they stay. Lingering around you like poison in the air and the more you breath, the more it suffocate you. You're grasping for air, you want to ask for help but there's no sound. No words. You're too scared to admit it.
It's getting bad again.
And just like everyone else who suffer at the same page; I'm too scared to admit that I need help.
It's getting bad again,
it just happens,
and I don't think I can see the escape in the near distance.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Randomand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
