i don’t want to be here anymore
i don’t even want there to be an afterlife - i just want to die
laying underneath my fairy net with a horrible feeling of heaviness
i don’t have enough pills to die and i don’t want to feel any pain
all i can do is just not move
until i’m too tired to stay awake thinking about it
my stepdad’s downstairs so i could go to my mum
i’ll wait a few hours to see if he comes
i don’t have the willpower to write in my diary anymore
i don’t have the strength to sing or draw
i want to be gone and i don’t want to be remembered
i don’t think i will feel different when i wake up