⚠️trigger warning⚠️
I am worthless to the world. I would be better off dead. Time moves on. People don't have to waste their time with me. I would be happier if I wasn't here. I just want to run away. Everything would stop. I would feel in control. I would feel power in letting myself go. There are some song lyrics that sum up how I'm feeling. Both by James Arthur.
"One, two, ready
Here we go
It ain't the gun
It's the man behind the trigger
Gets blood on his fingers
And runs
It ain't the lie
It's the way that the truth is denied
But if there is one thing that I'm guilty of
It's loving and giving when you take too much
If somebody asked how we died
Please look them straight in the eye
Call it suicide
Don't fabricate
Just tell them babe
It was suicide
Don't sugarcoat it
Just let them know
It ain't the knife
It's the way that you use it
How you abuse it in fights
It ain't about the life
You feel you were given
As long as you're living it right
If there is one thing that I'm guilty of
It's loving and giving when you take too much
If somebody asked how we died
Oh, you look them straight in the eye
Call it suicide
Don't fabricate
Just tell them babe
It was suicide
Don't sugarcoat it
Just let them know
You've been killing me softly
And finally the pain is too much
And I'm all out of whisky
To soak up the damage you've done
If there's anything I'm guilty of
It's loving you too much
If anybody asks how we died
Call it suicide
Don't fabricate
Just tell them babe
It was suicide
Don't sugarcoat it
Just let them know
Call it suicide
Don't fabricate
Just tell them babe
It was suicide
Don't sugarcoat it
Just let them know
Oh baby
Just let them know
Just"
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"I don't want to play this game no more
I don't wanna play it
I don't want to stay 'round here no more
I don't wanna stay here
Like rain on a Monday morning
Like pain that just keeps on going on
Look at all the hate they keep on showing
I don't want to see that
Look at all the stones they keep on throwing
I don't want to feel that
Like sun that will keep on burning
I used to be so discerning, oh
In my recovery
I'm a soldier at war
I have broken down walls
I defined
I designed
My recovery
In the sound of the sea
In the oceans of me
I defined
I designed
My recovery
Keep soaring
Keep song-writing
Keep soaring
Keep song-writing
My recovery, my recovery
Keep soaring
Keep song-writing
Keep soaring
Keep song-writing
My recovery"
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I just can't go on anymore.
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Curiosity Cures; Curiosity Kills
Non-FictionA book about the ups and downs of whatever is happening, and a places for me to show you my pictures ? if any parts are perhaps triggering, there I'll be a warning at the beginning of the chapter with ⚠️ so you can just skip past x
