WhoKnows

i remember you from the darkest parts of myself. and yet, you're somewhere out there, in the lightest of days, acting as if you've done no wrong.

at the end of the day all you have is yourself, and that has to be enough.

"anything would have been better than sitting there thinking that somehow this was my fault."

"i don't love me. and that's why i understand how you don't either."

don't worry, i promise to stay in the dark where i belong.

i had poured it all out and for a minute. just a minute, i felt like maybe i could beat this.

they have no idea how hard it is for me to not hurt myself.

i can't even explain how i feel anymore. my thoughts are so messed up in my head that i don't even understand them.

"i've been holding on for my family but they don't seem to care if im okay or not."

"you will never get through this"

"it is the worst kind of control but its the only way i know."

tell me, why are you still here? when you want nothing more then to end your life. why don't you just do it?