I am suicidal, caught in a web of despair that seems to close in around me. I cut, seeking temporary solace in the physical pain that distracts from the overwhelming emotional turmoil within. I craved blood, a tangible manifestation of my inner struggle, and I wished for death to come, hoping to escape the relentless ache of existence.
I understand that these feelings may be seen as a sin, a rebellion against the sanctity of life, but I remind myself that I did not choose this path; it chose me. In those moments of darkness, I felt weak, as if the weight of my suffering was too much to bear. I lost faith in the light, in the hope that tomorrow could be different.
Yet, amidst this turmoil, a small voice within me clings to truth: God never fails. No matter how deep my despair, I always end up alive. Each day becomes a battle, but I continue to rise, even when it feels like I am being dragged down.
This journey is not easy, but through the chaos, I am learning to hold onto the flicker of hope that resides within my heart. It reminds me that every breath I take is a testament to my resilience, and that there is still beauty to be found, even in the darkest of places.
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Echoes in the Abyss
General FictionInside my head, it's like a crowded market. Thoughts push and shove, all trying to be heard. Memories collide with worries, as dreams vie for attention. It's noisy, like a room full of chattering people, all speaking at once. Amidst conflicting voic...
