. . .

A Never-Ending Battle

It seems as if-

it seems like to him,

the battle goes on.

The battle shall

never end,

though

the

poison

will take

over. I will

become weak.

The poison and 

darkness would-

will, take over me.

Harm me...

Cause me

pain.

He says

he lives for

me. I never tell

him I live for him. 

I don't want to hurt

him more than I may 

have already. Cause him

more pain than he needs.

Make him care for me

when he doesn't

need to. I

can

take

care of

myself.

I don't think

I need someone

to make sure I don't

commit suicide--at least

not yet. I don't want him to

worry more than he already does.

I don't want him to care. Though,

it does feel nice every once

in a while. To get the

warm feeling of

knowing

that

someone

in the world

cares about you-

loves you more than

you can imagine. Just think

about it. Feel what I feel. Feel how

I feel. Except, you don't. You can't. There

is no possible way you can understand

how I feel right now. Suicidal? Check.

Depressed? Check. Heartbroken?

Check. Loved..? Check. Worthless?

Check. Hated? Check. Trashy?

Check. Anything else

negative?

Check.