No one and nothing can bring me back from tipping over the edge.
Everyday I fought a battle with every last ounce in me even though my whole body screamed at me not to and to give in and surrender.
Someone has to win this war and I have a pretty good idea of who it is.
Fighting with every atom of my being just to do a simple thing as living.
We were all once happy children with big hearts but the devil came over to a selected few and stole our souls.
My happy ending is near and though it might be a sad and wasted life I lead I want to die in peace and happiness.
For the first time I am speaking for myself instead of through the misguided quotes of books and song lyrics.
That's a good ending.
To find your voice and then die.
This isn't a suicide note or anything. Just what I think when things get a little bad in my head or I think about death too much.