Alone.

Having a mental illness is hard. The voices in your head tell you you're not good enough, you don't deserve to be happy and that you have no point in existing. My life is unbearable, the constant medication, voices from counsellors.
I can't be left alone or my mind collapses.
So many ways to die.
So many ways to try.
All attempted by one guy.

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Hey guys, I hope that you enjoy reading this but this is actually just a short creative writing piece I did for school. It's not my best but I'm working on it.
Enjoy ! - Lacie ❤️