I feel stuck.
I feel like I wont be able to get out of this place.
I miss him.
I keep crying.
At this point without medication,
I'm just suicidal.
I dont wanna fucking be here.
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From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
suicidal thoughts
I feel stuck.
I feel like I wont be able to get out of this place.
I miss him.
I keep crying.
At this point without medication,
I'm just suicidal.
I dont wanna fucking be here.