to think that i would end up like this.
"where do you see yourself in the future?"
  -"dead."
wallowing in self hatred,
and the scars left behind by my only saviour.
my life was once so perfect. i had it all.
i was an iridescent, indestructible young girl.
filled with laughter, hopes, and carefree thoughts.
but slowly, my thoughts killed me.
gradually eating away at my brain
making all efforts seem hopeless
tell me, do you know
what its like to be tortured by your own mind?
my once happy world came crashing down.
one last string and that was it.
i was done.

i think in life we find these moments of joy that keep our fantasy of happiness intact, but there comes a time in some people's lives where they are just sick of everything. done.