I'm scared of myself. I'm scared of myself because of the fact that I want to fall asleep in hopes of not waking up the next morning. Because I see every tall building as a friend and not an enemy. Because blades are not scary, they're my friends. Because the thought of death is more appealing then living. Because I need to remind myself to breathe. Because I'm too tired to fight back. Because depression is like the friend I never wanted but still depend on. Because instead of laughing, I'm staring into space. Because all my friends think I'm okay and I go along with it. Because there's so much I need to do, but I don't even get out off bed. Because I would rather be 6 feet under the ground then standing one second more. Because I have allowed all of these people into my life, and then let them hurt me without flinching. Because I let myself depend on people that will leave me. Because I fell into the awful trap off life.
And because there's no way I'm starting to fight again
