" I am happy with the things I do, but my brain stops me from enjoying it...." I said with a blank expression as to my psychiatrist
I am suffering from depression, and I can't control myself. My mind is already telling me to end my life.
I'm always in tears whenever I'm back in conscious, seeing myself standing in front of a rope that is ready to hang me up.
I am alone. Yes, I am! and no one is in there besides me, motivating me to continue my damn fuckin' life; I am alone facing my doubts and fear, weeping my own tears...
all they can see is my smile, but they can't see the pain inside.
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Suicidal Camp
Fiksi Umummental illness is ain't joke. suicide is the key. hope is fading. what if inside the camp you will meet someone with the same problem that you have? are you going to help each other? or just hate each other instead? can a broken soul fix the same? o...
