#suixide

But when do things start to get easier?

I pretend I’m happy so that you don’t have to deal with me but it just makes it 10x harder for me to deal with myself.

I’m laughing but I’m close to crying. I’m smiling but inside I’m dying. I’m a walking lie.

Taking my own life is inevitable whether I do it now or later, at some point it’s going to happen.

We feel like shit 24/7 but we hide it so you don’t feel sad.

We struggle to keep ourselves safe 24/7 but we hide it so you don’t have to deal with us.

We dream of being dead 24/7 but we hide it so that you think we’re okay.

We hide everything so not to hurt you, when maybe, just maybe, if you treated us better we wouldn’t feel like this.

We all know the greek myth of pandora’s box… Where she was always forbidden to open it? One day the curiosity got the better of her and she opened the box. All anger, hatred, anguish, jealousy, pain and every type of evil was released. The only good thing inside was hope. Well what happens if you open the box but there’s no hope inside?

Been sectioned lmao. On house arrest until they find me a bed. Why am I such a failure I even fail at taking my own life