I tell him i want to die. He said that I needed to live, that I was wirth it. But he says he can't help me. He doesn't know what to do. Then why should I? I cut lines in my skin. I bleed, I feel pain. But the pain in my head doesn't go away. I am left hurting. Does he care? Is it a lie? He made me think I was wirth it, but help he doesn't do. I cry, and he doesn't care. Is it fake? Do I matter? I am hurting everyday, doesn't he see it? I tell him I want to die and he tells me he can't help and says god night. What did I do wrong? Was it to much? Em i to much? Does he really care what happens? I have questions, but no answers. Is my life an question, cus I can't find the answer. Is it then wirth it? Or is it better to die? What do my friends think? I don't know, I don't ask them. I see what happened when I told him. Is the same gonna happen again? I am sick of getting hurt, by my feelings. Why me? I didn't ask for this. I don't want to be hurting, but the only way I can think of out is by going there. If my life is an question then who? Or what? Is the answer? Is it to die, then why do I live? So many questions, but so many non answered ones. Then who or what have the answers. Is it me? Then why do I not have them?
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RandomJust some thoughts. Not a story butt my thoughts from a time I didn't have it too good... hope someone reeds it, you don't need to but I hope you do.
