See the thing is I don't want to die currently,
at one stage I wanted to and at one stage I was in hospital.
But im already sick, and with this mental illness that causes me to throw up what I eat every single day and make me hate the way I look even more than I do then yeah if you put it that way maybe I am killing myself slowly.
My dads just overdosed, my mum wants to commit suicide. Life is a waiting game,
am I waiting for my mum to kill herself or is she waiting for me?
Like I said I don't want to purposely kill myself as of right now but if something were to happen like if I got into a car crash, I wouldn't be apposed to it you know.
I want to disappear, there's a clear difference. I want to leave this town and majority of the people and have a fresh start. Where the people don't judge me for my past and our lives are a ticking time bomb.
I don't want to die but I want to leave, and i'm not sure if there is even a clear difference anymore.
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Poetrymy poetry and writing as a sad person. don't get too excited however.
