Hi. I'm an Outcast. I'm writing this and your reading this because either I have succeeded in suicide or I'm in the hospital. I just wanted to say. No, don't blame yourself. This is what I wanted. I've felt out of place and like I don't have a future. Because I don't see one for me.
I'm sorry.
This is how I wanted to go. By my own hands. Don't blame yourself. This is what I wanted and what I need. I know it's selfish but I've given up on trying not to be selfish.
I'm sorry
-Victim
Hi! I'm the fuel to your friends scars and your sisters attempts. I'm the reason many die and why humans hide their feelings. You blame yourself, but I blame you which you start to believe.
I'm a virus for your mind
I make you believe your worthless. I fuel your need to see your own blood spilled and body limp, breathless. I make you cry at night over your pitiful life. I help you get addicted to a blade. I'm only a friend if you give in to me.
I am a disorder.
-Depression
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