I am still on my path of self destruction. People say get help. People say there’s support for you. Yes, there is help…but I can’t do it. I’m calling out for help to my therapist, but I can’t do the appointment. The hospital will only give me drugs and some guidance, but not enough.
I hide myself from the world and I want to fall apart. Drink and smoke until I can’t feel anything. I’m tired of being in pain. The one person who can help hates me. I broke her heart and her spirit.
All I want to do is fall asleep and never wake up. If a car hits me or someone wants to hurt me, I won’t stop it.
I’m sorry.