Do you remember what it was like? Before you were forced to survive?

S K Y

If i went out, I'd probably end it myself tbh. But that leaves questions, Who's gonna be showing up at my funeral? What type of flowers are they gonna give me? Would anyone cry? Would anyone care enough to come? What am I gonna be remembered for? Where am I going? Heaven? Hell? Some other eternal torture I deserve? Would they find all the things I wrote down? Would they find the blades? Would they find the blood stains in my sketchbook? What would happen to my things? Charity? Keepsakes? Burned? I'd like them to be passed on to someone I love, whoever that is. Would my parents still be stable enough to take care of my brother? Or would they neglect him, too? I kinda hope that if I do die, my parents know me as who I actually am instead of the person they carved me out to be. I kinda wish I was dead.

HUGGGG <333