there is something very wrong with me. I think it's called PTSD. I'm not ok mentally. my heart just feels so heavy. I'm falling into a deep hole, from the pain of an 11 year old.all I want to do is die, I think this is called suicide. do to all the voices inside, telling me I'm not worth the fight.
sometimes I go to therapy, so I know what is really wrong with me. a found more people who are just like me, outcasted by society. this is my humanity, left to die in reality. this is my mental war, I know what I'm fighting for. so grab my hand and stay by my side. I can't promise you that you'll survive. I know one is not enough, but I can promise you my eternal love...I just hope that we're all strong enough.