it's easy to tell someone like you that I'm suffering
it's easy to tell someone, like you who is on the other side of the country, that I've been depressed for more then two years
it's easy to tell you that I've contemplated suicide every because I know you won't do anything
now, I just need to stop being a damn coward and do it
because it's not like I'm going anywhere in life, right
it's easy to tell you that I hate everything about myself
it's easy to tell someone like you because I can get it off my chest and you won't change it
you can't tell my parents
you can't tell any family or friends because you don't know any of them
that's why I wanted to tell you because I know it's not going to get better so might as well tell someone to get off my chest
because the last place I want to go is to therapy
and don't give me your pity
because I sure as hell don't want that
if you are even at this point, congrats... you've learned the deepest secret of my life
thanks for reading this shit thing about me I guess
not sure why you would or why I even sent this to you but here we are
now to live the next day, sadly, in the disgusting self I am
