The truth. Something simple yet so difficult, something thats always hid because it usually kills.
I have so much truth to be told.
Im suicidal.
Have been for 7 years&always will be.
Depression took over me and itll never leave.
I could never truly tell anyone because my parents would be worried about me more then they should which is already what they are doing and now imagine if they found out i have a disease called depression.
Yes, depression is a disease and if you think other then that, you dont know anything about whats going on around you.
I dont think at this point anti-depression pills will work.
Theres no second that passes without me being suicidal.
My scars on my arms are fading and i feel so lost without them. I need more.
I need to leave this country i need to go somewhere else i need to do anything else. This country is what depresses me, anything and everything that anyone could think of has happened to me in this country.
-abused?done.
-parentless?done.
-friendless?done.
-backstabbed?done.
-rapped?something like that.
Trust me when i mean everything has happened to me.
No matter what happens i will never stop being suicidal. So im sorry to all those who are close to me but nothing you did has helped me become less suicidal, my smiles and laughs are all fake, i just got perfect at making them real. Im sorry the truth hurts but it must be told.
I am suicidal. And that is the beginning of the truth.
