Why do I keep fighting when I know that this time I'm not making it out of this alive.
The voices are so much clearer. The urges hurt that much more. I don't have the energy to fight this battle anymore. I am sorry to everyone because I promised I would ask for help.
But why ask for help when I no longer want it. I am so tired of fighting. Of trying to see the good in the world. Everything would be so much better if I wasn't here.
I'm sorry. Hopefully I make it through tonight but I know i don't want to
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Okay
Short StoryThese are some things that I wrote and felt at some of my darkest or most trying moments. Please remember there is always someone there to listen, you just have to find the right person.
