Thoughts, Poems, And Depression

Night Is The Worst Time To Be Depressed

I'm listening to really depressing music right now and thinking about things that my friends would probably beat the crap out of me for thinking about.
Suicide. It happens to the best of us at the worst of times. Nobody really knows how to avoid it. I've broken down and I won't lie, I tried to draw blood. It never got that far, but I tried. Because of that, I'm scared of what I could do. If I had a mental breakdown that was bad enough, imagine how bad it could really get. And I hate to think about dying, because there's so much I haven't seen yet, but what if I can't take more of what the world decides to throw at me? I'm terrified, and I'm waiting for the time I finally know whether or not I can make it in this world or not. I'm worried and tired, but I, at least right now, am determined to survive and find a way to thrive in this sad and painful excuse for society that we have today.

But of course, I guess we'll find out if I truly make it in the near future.