I'm done.
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
It's too hard.
I'm sorry.
I just... can't.
I can't anymore.
I can't keep going.
I can't.
I'm sorry it came to this.
I'm sorry I didn't try harder.
I'm sorry I wasn't always there for you.
I'm sorry I wasn't better.
I'm sorry I lied to you everyday when I told you I was fine.
I know you know I wasn't but I couldn't find it in myself to tell the truth.
I didn't want to tell you how much I was in pain every day.
Every.
Single.
Day.
I didn't want to tell you how much I wanted to die.
There's this song... miss wanna die.
It goes... "Ah, wanna die, wanna die, but don't really want to die. If I died, you would cry, and I don't know why. Every scar, all the blood, more and more, they're never done. Not enough, not enough."
Those lyrics.. I connect to them.
Because those are things I tell myself a lot.
Remember when I contacted you saying I needed someone to talk to?
It's because I wanted to drown myself.
I posted "I'm done."
Cause I am.
I'm done.
