That Broken Girl

everyone keeps telling me that i have to stay alive for them, that killing myself would be selfish because they need me and my departure would cause them great pain.

Me ‘joking’ about wanting to die:

"It's the middle of the night and I started to breakdown, overthinking about everything and all I wanted was someone to be there for me and hold me tight while I cried my eyes out."

"I stopped telling people that I was okay. I started reaching out for help. I started opening up, but what I didn't realize was that it didn't matter whether you tell them or not. They will never care enough to be there."

A lot of times I get this irresistible urge to end my life. The only thing that stops me is getting it wrong.