There will be days where I will not want to continue living. I will lay in bed, wishing I didnโt exist. Wishing for a way out that does not require me to take my own life because I can not bare the thought of my mother sobbing at my casket thinking she could have stopped this. There will be days that I want to die, but I need you to know that there will also be days where I want to live. I will day dream about my future and have just a small bit of hope. I will imagine what iโll be doing 10 years from now. Where my life will have taken me. My mind is inconsistent and will switch from suicide to living day after day. But I will be okay, because even when the world seems meaningless and gray, I know that maybe one day this feeling will pass.














