Pain
There are things I rather write in English because I feel, this way, it hurts less.
Like I’m unattached from the words.
But truth is I AM the words.
And I just don’t wanna feel myself. Because I am constantly, always hurting. I am constantly holding back tears and breaking my own heart.
I fall in love with the wrong people, I put myself in dangerous situations and I push myself so hard I cry out of stress. I take my pills with vodka because I wanna feel numb.
I want to stop feeling, you see?
I want to end the pain, and I constantly think about ending life.
Yeah. I know.
When these thoughts are too painful, I cut or bite myself.
I pray to God. I pray to Mother Mary.
I pray to the bad spirits around me.
I am constantly tired.
Yet, I am able to laugh. To socialize.
I LOVE my friends, but a few weeks ago I didn’t have any.
I hate my disorders and I hate the way they make me feel, but I gotta accept who I am. And that some people often cherish me. I just ruin things, eventually.
I am exhausted. Anxious. Depressed. It’s been a while I didn’t feel this bad.
@CallMeRachel4 hugggs you ❤ squeezes you tightly ❤throws you a tiny rope to pull you out of this pit of dispair. Huggs you again and let's you know everything is gonna be ok ❤❤