Past Week

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by FrancescaMia

by FrancescaMia

This past week my depression is back. Worse than before. I now don't feel like moving. I don't feel as though I worth anything.
Inside me my heart and soul is dead. Cut in to a million pieces.
I don't care about hiding my cuts any more, its stupid.

I think of new ways to self harm at school, new ways of committing suicide. My latest idea has been during P.E.
I want to run and lock myself in bathroom, with a knife slice my arm until I die. I want to die.
I need to fucking die.

Death is a magical thing, it takes your pain away makes you happy. Cleanses you.