I'm slowly running out of reasons to keep breathing in the oxygen I take in. Or to eat. I feel as if everyday the depression is beating me. As if this is some sick, twisted game. I'm done playing. It's either I win or I lose. Honestly I'm suffocating. It's hard to breath. To put a smile on my face. No one cares. No one needs me like I need them. No one is there for me. No one can look at me and see in my eyes that I'm dying. It's like I'm a wrapper once I'm used I either get recycled to be used again or thrown in the trash. I help others but who helps me. Who thinks about me? No one. I didn't know such two words could hurt so badly. As I cry no one is there. As if my silence is crowded by noise. So it seems like I'm fine. Right? I'm not. I freaking relapsed. I'm dying I'm drowning. I need help before I decide I'm not worth saving. Please help me. I'm trying here. I'm trying to save myself because no one else will and it's not working. You know what nevermind.
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