I can't take it. . . I'm going insane. . .
I can't think anymore, yet, I can't stop. I want to breathe but I don't have the energy.
I want to make everything stop in my life. I just want to disappear. But I can't.
Whenever I stop, more thoughts break my train of thoughts, sending it crashing into the ocean. I feel so broken, alone. Nothing is helping me; not my family, not reading, nor just listening to music.
Everything's making me sick. I can't eat well, I can't sleep well. I'm breaking apart and no one is realising.
I've been trying to answer messages from people and I want to get help from them, but I also want to isolate myself from every human being out there.
I hate leaving the house, I hate having to wake up from a dream, even if it's a nightmare. Because the thoughts will start again, the pain—mentally, physically and emotionally—starts again. . .Just the presence of my best friend seems to lift my spirits.
I keep hearing voices in my head; some familiar and some not. They tell me things, useless things and I hate it. I want to isolate myself from. . . Myself.
I'm not living, just existing.