I tried to **** myself
Regretful
Moreso, that failure
You know, its so easy to die. Slip into oblivion and say nothing matters. To hide your sorrow until tomorrow disappears.
I woke up with thick grey half moons under my eyes, yellow-grey toned skin, one half red eye and a dozen bruises on my neck.
I dont want to lose the innocence i have left. This is my confession. Hatred burns in my heart, but not just at myself anymore & if it is not my fault i can never change this terrifying world. I feel so small, i could blink & disappear...
But still, somehow, in my absence, in the simple threat of loss, fear and pity enter the hearts of those among me. So vile. So heartbreaking. The tears on my moms face having driven three hours to see me are the worst waters i might encounter. A tsunami of emotion.
Life is pain. Death is emptiness. Suicide may be relief, but failure is guilt.
Is there a balance somewhere?