photo credit: zhouxuan12345678 sometimes i think about suicide because my pain is so real that it’s alive crawling under my skin my entire life feels like one big sin that i can never repent for. sometimes i’m very close to suicide handful of pain pills always by my bedside i try and hide it most of the time but most days just walking makes me want to lay my head on the wall and just cry but i’m one of the lucky few with loyal friends and family who know what to do to pull me away from the precipe before my hate of pain turns to apathy before i turn into someone i can’t see before i’m beyond the reach of any therapy. i own my issues and try not to spread my sorrow but for some reason knowing someone looks forward to my tomorrow makes me postphone my gloom just long enough for me to want to live. for me. you can’t ever be someone else’s reason to die losing them is not your fault that’s such a lie but sometimes. you can inspire someone to live. *i’m in no way suicidal NOW. But I was when I wrote this. And I wrote it because some people in my life didn’t seem to understand that suicide is the ultimte manifestation of a very painful mental disease. It’s not an act of punishment or spite. And since even a doctor doesn’t set his own broken leg, the way to

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