Trying is the hardest part.
It's difficult. One minute, I feel fine. The next, I don't.
Tonight, it's terrible.
Not only can't I stop thinking, I can't stop hurting.
I'm aching from head to toe. Inside and out.
My head, pounding as it normally does. Nothing helps. Thinking, definitely doesn't help.
I have come to hate my brain. So much.
Each day that comes, I don't feel any different from the day before. The days are starting to blend together. With the lack of sleep I have been getting, it's like it's neverending. Neverending thoughts that trail on. Neverending pain that always hurts. I only get relief when I'm not thinking about it, and lately, that time is pretty scarce.
I do not want this anymore. I will keep saying it, praying for it, until it finally dissolves into nothing.
Existance is my last wish.
Tonight, it's terrible.
Not only can't I stop thinking, I can't stop hurting.
I'm aching from head to toe. Inside and out.
My head, pounding as it normally does. Nothing helps. Thinking, definitely doesn't help.
I have come to hate my brain. So much.
Each day that comes, I don't feel any different from the day before. The days are starting to blend together. With the lack of sleep I have been getting, it's like it's neverending. Neverending thoughts that trail on. Neverending pain that always hurts. I only get relief when I'm not thinking about it, and lately, that time is pretty scarce.
I do not want this anymore. I will keep saying it, praying for it, until it finally dissolves into nothing.
Existance is my last wish.