I'm going to stop writing these down.
I'm not okay right now and I have no clue why and how I should fix myself.
I'm seeing a psychologist,
So I will get better, right?
None of these thought will matter later I guess.
I'm not happy.
I'm very numb.
It may take years till I'm okay again,
Even if I have to go through these things alone.
As I'm writing this my best friend is in hospital,
Schools getting harder to deal with,
And I just cut ties with someone.
Yes I do want to die on a daily basis,
I want to get in a bath and drown,
But I won't do that to myself.
The grass would still be green without me,
The sky would still be blue without me,
But my family and friends wouldn't.
I could write until I get better but I don't think that is anytime soon.
Who would want to read that anyway.
I'm only 15 years old I don't know much but I do know that I'm unhappy and I want to get better as fast as I can.
I'll be okay.
YOU ARE READING
Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
