You call me your friend, but you were there went it happened. You claim that it was my fault, that I became distant but what do you really know about what happened? I hate myself every day, I tried to kill myself countless times, yet you didn’t notice. You claim you were a good friend, how come I didn’t feel the same? How does no one notice a walking dead person, how does an entire school, friends and strangers, not notice someone who needs help. Someone who is unable to go on living. I just think to myself, how could things have been different? What if I let everything go? I think, why cant I let it go when I desperately need to? Its been years, and yet I still think about it; am I holding on, or are things not over with?
WHEN will they be over with?
WHEN will I let go?
When will I stop crying thinking about what happened?
When will I be able to breathe again?
I don’t think i’ll ever be okay.