I’m so done with you. You’re the reason I have scars on my wrists, and that fresh one today. You’re the one who made me push myself so much I make myself sick. You’re the reason I have anxiety, and why I have trust problems. I don’t know why I was thinking I could keep working on you when all you’ve done is treat me like shit. You’re the reason I can’t see my friends as friends because I’m paranoid that they’re not going to last for a long time. You’re the reason why I cry at night, and why I can’t go to sleep no matter how hard I try. I like sleeping, it’s my only escape from this living Hell I’ve been suffering in.
So why don’t I end my time with you? Death doesn’t scare me anymore. I feel numb. You have nothing to promise me anymore, no one loves me, and I just want to sleep and never wake up. My grades are godawful, I can’t get along with anyone recently, I’m not sure how I’m going to keep going on. My throat burns, and my eyes water. But I need to feel real pain. I need someone to notice me.
I’m shattered and torn. No one can help me.
In bitter anger,