What do you do when you look in the mirror and staring at you is why his not here?

Im holding my breath just waiting for it to happen. .

I like to make believe that im fine. . but im not. .

I mustn't be good enought for you, if you can't even touch me. .

Im just sooo over everything. .

Kill me. . im sick of living. .

If having depression is a good excuse to cut then why don't i??

Why can't i be normal?

Dont want to live another day. .

I want you to want me. . i need you to need me. . i want to be there with you. . maybe tomorrow. .