What would you do if I told you I wanted to die?
My thoughts have damaged me more than blades ever could.
Fake smile, dried eyes, bloody wrists, isolation.
I lay in bed for hours in the dark at night, thinking about every possible thing I fucked up in my life.
I have no motivation to save myself anymore.
I’m not as strong as everyone thinks I am.
Behind that fake everyday smile, is my hurting heart.
Behind my laugh, I’m falling apart.
Everyone thinks I’m happy.
I wish I was never born.
Where did I go wrong?
I’m sorry I’m so messed up. I don’t know what I want to do and I’m sorry I’m such a fucking failure.
No one will care.
No one will cry.
They’ll stare at my dead, motionless body.
They won’t care…
Nobody wants me.
Nobody likes me.
Nobody needs me.
You said “I Love You”
I said it back too.
The only difference is I didn’t lie to you.
My silence is just another word for my pain.
I’m told to stay strong, but they don’t understand……I’ve already lost….
I’ve slowly been giving up.
I can’t feel anything but sadness.
I’m sorry I was born.
Would you cry If I wasn’t here anymore?