Not Another Damn Sob Story- Luke Hemmings

I can't take it anymore.

This world is so hateful.

There's no way to escape.

How can people be so heartless.

I just wanted to fit in for once in my life.

Pills. I only need to take about 10 or so and I'll do everyone a favor.

I'm not wanted here anymore.

The slicing of my bare skin and the sharp razor feels what I would think sex would feel like, I'm addicted.

I wish I could over come it, become a new me.

But no, there is no way to come over an addiction with out help.

The thing is, I don't want help.

No one truly understands the desire of self-harmer.

2 days go by and I can't take it, I'm back to the pills or the razor.

The teasing, the loneliness, the hate, never ending.

I'm falling into a pit, sort of like love, but with more affect.

This pit is called depression.

Maybe getting help isn't a bad idea after all..?

Nahh it's just my mind playing tricks on me again, of course it's a bad idea.

I rather never wake up tonight then have to go to those damn sobby therapist places.

Sometimes I just want to get a new life, but I don't want it to be Another Damn Sob Story.