I hit rock bottom this week. I thought I already hit rock bottom when my ex broke up with me, or when I lost my best friend. Huh, I guess those events were just slaps in the face compared to this thing which ressembles a shot in the head.
I can't say why, how, or who made me hit rock bottom this week. I can't describe the situation, for only I can understand the pain. Some things others just can't comprehend.
All I can say is that the suicidal thoughts cling to me, as if it had arms, dragging me towards the door to suicide, death, peace, freedom.
Distractions are temporary. They don't last forever.
I can't wait till I get my hands on alcohol. It surely doesn't solve any problems, but it does make you forget, if only for an hour or two. Drugs, maybe? Who knows.
Life fucking sucks. The past can haunt you for days, weeks, months, years. Forever.
I can't say why, how, or who made me hit rock bottom this week. I can't describe the situation, for only I can understand the pain. Some things others just can't comprehend.
All I can say is that the suicidal thoughts cling to me, as if it had arms, dragging me towards the door to suicide, death, peace, freedom.
Distractions are temporary. They don't last forever.
I can't wait till I get my hands on alcohol. It surely doesn't solve any problems, but it does make you forget, if only for an hour or two. Drugs, maybe? Who knows.
Life fucking sucks. The past can haunt you for days, weeks, months, years. Forever.