I'm sick of waking up everyday. I just wanna jump. I hate it when I come home and I have to cry what people said to me. I hate it when it doesn't go good with my friends, and I cut myself. How shall it feel when somebody really loves you? How would it be when you wouldn't be there anymore? Every time you go deeper, and deeper, till you hit the vein, and then you realise what you're doing. I can't handle this anymore, every night I cry myself in sleep. Every day I wake up and I think: will it happen again? You'll never know what life brings you today.
I'm sick of living, and pretend that everything is okay. because I'm not. And I need help, but no one can help me.. I don't even know it myself
Someday this gonna all be to much..
