Mar 2015
I have a bottle of pills,
itd be easy as pie,
to slip too many,
into my mouth,
and slip into void.
What's stopping me?
I don't know.
Maybe I will. Maybe I wont.
Tomorrow will tell the story.
itd be easy as pie,
to slip too many,
into my mouth,
and slip into void.
What's stopping me?
I don't know.
Maybe I will. Maybe I wont.
Tomorrow will tell the story.
This is me every night. I suffer from seasonal depression and bipolar disorder, plus this year has been really hard to get through. These are my thoughts every night. This is not a cry for attention or anything, I just think its wrong that a teenager is thinking this instead of about college or the rest of my life like they used to.
