I feel so weak against the voices in my head. And my razors won’t stop screaming my name. I’m gritting my teeth, I don’t want to relapse. He won’t love me if I relapse. And I can’t lose him, he’s my only reason to stay alive. I told him my depression is bad, but he just tells me to ‘be happy’. I can’t simply do that, I need help. Help me, I don’t want to slip under, I need someone! Help me!
I should just kill myself.
Nobody needs me.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.