Sometimes you just get to the point in life where you just give a damn about family or friends
To the point where you don't give a damn about keeping up your good grades
To the point where you don't even give a damn about life or to which college you're going to
To the point where you don't even want to breath.
Because you know that whether you decide that very night to slight your throat or not no one cares about you more then you will care about yourself.
And when you hate yourself for the stupid life decisions you've taken or the way you yourself are made? You realize as you look at yourself in the mirror that not even you love yourself.
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Letters to the dead
PoetryA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
