Dec 2018
I survived the wrath of depression
once again
Was I too scared to cut deeper
for once
Was there not enough blood
To bleed
Was the blade too blunt
To cut
Were my tears too much
To see
once again
Was I too scared to cut deeper
for once
Was there not enough blood
To bleed
Was the blade too blunt
To cut
Were my tears too much
To see
I tried to commit suicide again yesterday, I just didn't want to live anymore. With everything taken away from me, every dream and anything I actually enjoyed... gone. My leg can't even move, but I guess surviving meant something for the future?
(21/M/South Aftica)
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