I don't know how to survive
I don't know how to survive anymore
It's just too hard
I can't do this anymore
This book is like my suicide letter
Because I'm going to commit suicide
I can't live like this and I'm trying to get better
I swear
But it's so hard
How to be happy ? Or just, how to not be bad ? I wanna feel fine
Just fine
Not happy
Fine
But I can't do it
And I can't talk to anyone
I don't know why
But I can't
It's stronger than me
I don't understand
I fucking don't understand
I just wanna feel fine
Fuck
I wanna cry, I want to scream at help but every time I could talk to ask for help, I blocked, I couldn't. I fucking don't understand
Help me
Everyone doesn't care
I've asked for help several times, everyone ignores me because everyone doesn't care.
While waiting for the crisis to pass, I'm just going to mutilate.
YOU ARE READING
I m depressed
Non-FictionJust my thoughts as a depressed person In this book I talk about trauma. I consider this book an autobiography for my psychiatrist Or maybe an autobiography of suicide You've been warning
