i want to die i want to pull my insides out so i don't hurt anymore just give up become a statistic in a world of teen suicides what more can i do? what IS there to do? just give up just walk away don't tell me everything will be ok you aren't me you can't feel what i feel inside it's all there it's all stuck in this ball in my throat i'm choking on it trying to get it all up but it's glued there in this big mass of confusion and fear i can't even cry anymore there's no more tears to shed i've long gone dry there will be a better tomorrow? no there won't don't tell me that it's going to be the same as today, yesterday, and the day before that nothings going to change life won't get any better so why not let life end now?
Reason for writing:
this is how i used to feel. now i know that death isnt the answer. please believe me when i say, life does get better if you try.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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