They tell me I should stop listening to the voices in my head. But what if one of thone voices is the reason I'm still here? What if that voice holds the knife back?

I'm a functioning suicidalist

Honestly, is it so wrong of me to not want to exists here anymore? My heartbreaks everyday seeing the oblivious evil in it. No matter what i do...there will be no difference here.

I can't comprehend what darkness really is. I felt the same thing inside.

We exist to perfect imperfections, and bide life to the sour side of doom.

If i was gone would anyone notice if i had taken my last breath would people be sad whould anyone care if i left everthing behind and took my life would you.care

For years, this is all I've known. It's held my heart and been my home. Now I'm scared to lose myself...scared of letting go. But when you take the sick away...who am I supposed to be?

It's not that every day gets harder.... I'm just weaker today than yesterday

When you've been sad for so long, you tend to forget what a world without it is like. It becomes a part of you because it has swallowed you whole.

Will I be skinny enough as my bones turn to dust?