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*TW* You think it's selfish.. Suicide. Well it's not. It's selfish keeping someone who has endured so much pain and sadness alive. Just getting out of bed is a struggle. You feel trapped. Tired. Done. The pain seems never ending. Even putting a blade to your wrist is no longer enough. You need it to be deeper. The thoughts have intensified. Now you're hearing and seeing things. Being sent in and out of the hospital. Being given a daily cocktail of medication just to be normal. And it's still not enough. You cry your self to sleep hoping you'll never wake up. You starve yourself. You make yourself throw up. To be thin. To feel better. It doesn't help. You feel like everyone hates you. You feel like you're misunderstood. You feel like no one cares. You feel like a complete disappointment. A mistake. You don't know what's wrong with you. You're ready to let go. But you try with every bit of will you have to keep going. But in the end we all know what will happen. How it will end.
Down hill we go..
