Suicide I desperately want to tell someone but who I can't tell my best friend or my mother that I want to die they'd panic and can't tell my therapist for fear of not being taken seriously or told I'm over reacting or told I'm not suicidal enough.
I'm not even wanted in my own home. I let everyone down and I've finally come to terms with the fact that everything IS my fault. All this time I've been pushing it into other people, blinded from my own design.
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