It's depressing to look at your life and search n understand the purpose of it.
You're fighting to be safe within yourself and in a house.. Like how is it possible to also fight for friendships.. When the will to live is bellow average?
I can't take anything else on board, I'm trying my best to grab anything around the hole and it's not enough
You ever feel so close to death that you can actually taste it and that feels like success?
You ever phone up a billion and one companies, trying to get an answer?
You ever cry out loud on a phone, that you don't even believe yourself anymore?
You ever watch what life was like before a moment in time and think it will never be the same again?
You ever cut so deep and desperate because no one is looking?
You ever think you're not correct in the way you're handling things because no one gives a response?
A help me isn't enough, a cry isn't enough, a cut isn't enough, killing yourself probably isn't enough..






















