the texts I never sent....

Why Can't I Press Send?

Help is every where for me.... I don't admit it, but I can see everyone trying hard. My sister yelled at me, she said that if she doesn't know what's wrong, she can't help me. I was hurt at the time, but I knew she was right. The therapist wants to help me too, but that's only because he's paid to. Even my best mate is trying to get me better, but I just feel worse everyday. I myself don't even know what's wrong anymore. And the worst part is... I'm not even upset about it. I'm not angry. I don't feel anything anymore. It's like I'm numb. I don't know how much longer I can take it. My brain can't seem to realise that I'm not alone. The voices in my head keep screaming at me to just end it all. It wouldn't be that hard, right? It wouldn't hurt anyone. It would make life so much easier for many people. It's not like anyone would miss me, right? So why don't I just give up? Let go of this sliver of hope...