my POV
today i went to the drugstore .. i couldn't take it anymore , i feel as if it was too much for me .. i can't go on ..
i put on my glasses so yeah well .. ppl might not notice that it's me .. and i put on a grey surgeon mask ,and tied my hair .
i'm going to buy at least 5 package of sleeping pills .. people in my countru usually don't take much to consider about a person like me taking 5 package of sleeping pills .. they just care about the money .
i slowly grabbed the sleeping pills from it's shelves and go straight to the cashier .
the cashier just looked at me and continue on scanning the product... they just put it in a bag and gave it to me as i sighed in relief she didn't ask me anything .
in the middle of my walks and guy not about my age .. he's so much younger ..i think he's about 14 or 15 ... he was in the store with me ...
"don't do it" he told me ..
"whatever you're going through .. don't do it.. you have so much more to live up to .. if no one cares , i'd like to see you make it" he told me .. i couldn't back the tears anymore .
i spilled .
i said nothing though ..
i just let the tears flows down my cheeks ..
he's a kid .. he knows nothing about life .
they say .. "it gets better ... it doesn't"
"it gets worst..and i honestly ...everynight .. i prayed to die"
"i wasn't made for this world"
"everytime i feel a little happiness or hope , i'll be scared for i know something bad will soon happen after".
i don't want to be alive .
i have to die
i am a burden
i have to go .
i need to go .
