I have no one to talk to about what I'm going through. I do want to have someone to listen but I know that it's not best for me to say anything. I should endure it. When I cry, I cry alone. Pathetic as it seems, I just imagine what it feels like to be comforted, or being hugged just to calm myself. I reminisce for all those moments I took for granted by those who did hold me as I cried.
As much as I hate it, I'm being drawn back to suicide. The thoughts come flowing in and I don't want it to. I've done so well so far without the thought of dying. But these days, again...it's all I think about.
I tried and I'm still trying. But I'm drained.
You've done so well, don't give up.
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