I literally feel like I'm drowning. I'm being swallowed whole by a sea of negative thoughts and feelings and there's no possible way to swim to shore.
I'm completely misunderstood, even more so than AP calculus. Everything has just shredded right before my very eyes and I'm supposed to sit here and act as though nothing ever even happened.
The saying "I'm fine." has gotten so disgusting to the point where every time I so much as utter the words from my mouth in just the smallest whimper I can possibly make I begin to feel sick in all aspects of my tired body.
The beads of dried blood on my small boney wrists have reminded me that I am the weakest link. I have no purpose left in the world. It's spelled right there in front of me. Carved into my flesh like a tattoo.
Reaching for the bottle of pills is the most fulfilling thing considering I know now that everything would soon be over. The cap is rough and so are my fingers.
One, two, three, four, five.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Forty three, forty four, forty five..
Gone.