Doctor, is there something wrong?
It has been brought to my attention that I'm not being clear enough when I ask for help. Apparently that's why everyone ignores me.
I have been suicidal off and on for seven years. A couple weeks ago I tried to swallow three and a half bottles full of pills. I wish I was shorter, so I could hang myself. I've tried, but I can't bleed to death. I never cut deep enough before I can't handle the pain anymore.
Is that clear enough for you? Or should I send you pictures of my legs?
Do you need to see the scars? Or are the fresh cuts good enough?
What will it take for someone to believe that I need help?
How EXACTLY do I not let you know I need help? By posting almost daily that "I need help" or "I need friends right now" or even the occasional one that just comes right out and says "I want to die"?
This is exactly why I don't have friends. Because I *DO* ask for help. I ask CONSTANTLY. And when is the last time anyone has actually listened?
I have come to accept that the only person who gives a fuck is Jesse. He is the only person who will ever be there for me, the only person who will ever actually want me around. The only person I can actually talk to when I need to. The only person who has ever actually held me while I was crying.
P.S.
Fuck you. You're all assholes. Either pay attention or stop lecturing me.
I have been suicidal off and on for seven years. A couple weeks ago I tried to swallow three and a half bottles full of pills. I wish I was shorter, so I could hang myself. I've tried, but I can't bleed to death. I never cut deep enough before I can't handle the pain anymore.
Is that clear enough for you? Or should I send you pictures of my legs?
Do you need to see the scars? Or are the fresh cuts good enough?
What will it take for someone to believe that I need help?
How EXACTLY do I not let you know I need help? By posting almost daily that "I need help" or "I need friends right now" or even the occasional one that just comes right out and says "I want to die"?
This is exactly why I don't have friends. Because I *DO* ask for help. I ask CONSTANTLY. And when is the last time anyone has actually listened?
I have come to accept that the only person who gives a fuck is Jesse. He is the only person who will ever be there for me, the only person who will ever actually want me around. The only person I can actually talk to when I need to. The only person who has ever actually held me while I was crying.
P.S.
Fuck you. You're all assholes. Either pay attention or stop lecturing me.