Nothing works,
I took all they gave.
Therapy,
Diagnoses,
Drugs.
And they took all I had.
Blades,
Technology,
Privacy,
My sense of self.
All to get "better."
"Better."
It seems that nothing works.
I'm just the same as before.
Or - I can't remember before,
I don't think I was there for that,
I was off where my own thoughts couldn't hurt me
(Maybe it got so bad because I wasn't there. I let go of my body and let It take the steering wheel and steer me towards my death.)
All I know is that right now, I feel like
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
You were supposed to fix it.
What happened?
Why does nothing work?
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
Nothing works,
I took all they gave.
Therapy,
Diagnoses,
Drugs.
And they took all I had.
Blades,
Technology,
Privacy,
My sense of self.
All to get "better."
"Better."
It seems that nothing works.
I'm just the same as before.
Or - I can't remember before,
I don't think I was there for that,
I was off where my own thoughts couldn't hurt me
(Maybe it got so bad because I wasn't there. I let go of my body and let It take the steering wheel and steer me towards my death.)
All I know is that right now, I feel like
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
You were supposed to fix it.
What happened?
Why does nothing work?
All that I'm doing is losing its significance, and as I continuously fail at basic human interaction and my motivation to do anything that makes me noteable, I fear that I am too losing significance.
Just slowly slipping into the numbing, pulsing pain.
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