I can't get out.
I can't be free.
This is my escape.
Please save me.
I can't do this anymore.
I don't even want to die anymore.
I want to live unafraid.
I want to learn happiness.
I want to know me.
I want to be me.
I have so many attempts.
I need help but no one cares, no one knows.
You see this, you read this, and think I'm making up everything.
This is me.
This is what I'm hiding.
I have no will.
I don't know myself.
I don't want to eat.
I don't want to have water.
I want these headaches to go away.
I want the pain in my heart to go away.
You see this, you read this, and think it's a character.
She is me, I am her.
Him dying to his hands is my cry for help.
Her watching herself bleed is what I dream of.
I've wished for years to end it all and never wake up.
I see no point in staying alive, but I'm waiting for someone to give me one.
I know I should live for me, but I don't know me.
Neither do you.
please help me.