I know I’m not the only one like this.
I’ve been trying not to feel this way
But I am not in control of these emotions.
And I don’t have the strength to try.
And I know that none of this matters to them.
I know I’m not okay.
I know I need help.
But who is going to offer it to me?
I am not the only one who is wrong here.
Every day with more suicidal thoughts.
Every day more tired, not wanting to get up from that bed that has become my grave.
And if I’m still alive, I don’t feel that way.
Forgotten, with no one to remember me.
The guilty of this do not know the damage they have done to me.
I know you won’t understand any of this even if I explain it to you.
But I try to be the most consistent in these fuzzy texts.
At the very least, I am optimistic that I will leave a mark in this corner.