Who am I?
I don't know.
A monster?
A disappointment?
A burden?
I'm all of those.
And so much more.
Why am I like this?
I want to know.
I don't want to be like this.
I don't want to be depressed.
I don't want to take medicine.
I don't want to go to countless amounts of dr appointments.
Do you want to know what I do want to do?
Put a knife to my throat.
Put a gun to my head.
Slit my wrists.
And my thighs.
Take countless amounts of pills.
Run away.
Take away this feeling.
Drink myself to death.
Anything to take away the numbness and the feeling all at the same time.
Who am I?
Why do I want this for myself?
Why do I want to die so bad?
