1_21Guns
July 30th, 2010, 07:54 PM
my life started looking up again, not that i'm putting too much faith in it staying better for good, because i know full well what happens when i do that.
15 years old, practically alcoholic.
but who gives a fuck anymore seriously?
looking around all i see is people with hopes and dreams,
each one of them will probably make them come true
each one of them but me.
i dont know where i'm going, not that i even care.
i never made plans for the future when i was little
because frankly, back then, i didnt think i'd live this long.
now i dont know what to do with myself.
everytime i go on a high, i crash harder than ever.
so why bother with the highs anymore?
the bottle of vodka will only last so long
then i have to endure the days sober again.
why? why fight?
why wont i just give up.
i dont even know.
somethings holding me back.
people, holding me back.
i wish they'd just let me go.
i've been fighting suicide since i was eight years old.
nearly got away with it when i was 13.
but no, here i still am.
still in the way, still doing everything wrong.
yeah, i still have all my friends, they're all more or less back again,
everything is how it was, i should be okay again.
but am i?
am i fuck
because i'll never be okay again.
i'm broken, to the point i'll never be fixed.
my past, has left me with some of the most annoying and weird fears ever.
i had to walk from the train station to the bus station with this guy the other day, it wasnt a stranger, a kinda friend
but i was scared of him, and for what reason? i have no idea.
i'm sick of living my life in fear.
it's like the slowest most painful death ever
my epic trust issues are getting in the way of everything.
i just feel so dead, so numb.
i havent posted in so long.
i didnt see the point.
i'll never be fixed.
broken till the day i die.
fuck my life is an understatement.
theres people who have been through so much worse than me,
so why am i sat moaning?
whats the point in moaning?
it wont make me any better.
i appologise for wasteing whoever cares enough to read this's time.
because theres nothing to reply to.
i give up
i want to die
and i dont even know why
everythings okay apart from the fucked up trust issues
voices in my head, anxiety and the rest.
nothing new there.
tell you what, fake smiles hide a lot.
because nobody has a clue,
not even the people who know me the most.
not a clue i'm never getting better.
even though i'm not cutting, i'm not getting better
i'm just getting worse and worse
slipping down the same old slide,
that no matter how hard i try to climb
i'll always slip back down eventually.
my last hopeful attempt to kill myself was in December,
i knew it wouldnt kill me, but it didnt stop me hoping.
eventually even the painkillers wont block me out enough
the alcohol will run dry
the blades wont cut it anymore
and nothing will fix me
one day, i'll lose my last hope.
and when that goes, what do i do then?
what do i do when the thing i'm holding onto so dearly falls though?
because it will. and i know it.
then i'll have nothing
the last piece of my heart just gives up and falls away.
i wont die, i cant bring myself to commit suicide
yet i still can't sign that no suicide thing on here,
a year later, i still cant do it.
i'll promise everyone, i wont kill myself.
but i wont sign that.
because one day, when it all falls through,
when i've lost everything.
i'll die.
sorry for the essay, by the way.
15 years old, practically alcoholic.
but who gives a fuck anymore seriously?
looking around all i see is people with hopes and dreams,
each one of them will probably make them come true
each one of them but me.
i dont know where i'm going, not that i even care.
i never made plans for the future when i was little
because frankly, back then, i didnt think i'd live this long.
now i dont know what to do with myself.
everytime i go on a high, i crash harder than ever.
so why bother with the highs anymore?
the bottle of vodka will only last so long
then i have to endure the days sober again.
why? why fight?
why wont i just give up.
i dont even know.
somethings holding me back.
people, holding me back.
i wish they'd just let me go.
i've been fighting suicide since i was eight years old.
nearly got away with it when i was 13.
but no, here i still am.
still in the way, still doing everything wrong.
yeah, i still have all my friends, they're all more or less back again,
everything is how it was, i should be okay again.
but am i?
am i fuck
because i'll never be okay again.
i'm broken, to the point i'll never be fixed.
my past, has left me with some of the most annoying and weird fears ever.
i had to walk from the train station to the bus station with this guy the other day, it wasnt a stranger, a kinda friend
but i was scared of him, and for what reason? i have no idea.
i'm sick of living my life in fear.
it's like the slowest most painful death ever
my epic trust issues are getting in the way of everything.
i just feel so dead, so numb.
i havent posted in so long.
i didnt see the point.
i'll never be fixed.
broken till the day i die.
fuck my life is an understatement.
theres people who have been through so much worse than me,
so why am i sat moaning?
whats the point in moaning?
it wont make me any better.
i appologise for wasteing whoever cares enough to read this's time.
because theres nothing to reply to.
i give up
i want to die
and i dont even know why
everythings okay apart from the fucked up trust issues
voices in my head, anxiety and the rest.
nothing new there.
tell you what, fake smiles hide a lot.
because nobody has a clue,
not even the people who know me the most.
not a clue i'm never getting better.
even though i'm not cutting, i'm not getting better
i'm just getting worse and worse
slipping down the same old slide,
that no matter how hard i try to climb
i'll always slip back down eventually.
my last hopeful attempt to kill myself was in December,
i knew it wouldnt kill me, but it didnt stop me hoping.
eventually even the painkillers wont block me out enough
the alcohol will run dry
the blades wont cut it anymore
and nothing will fix me
one day, i'll lose my last hope.
and when that goes, what do i do then?
what do i do when the thing i'm holding onto so dearly falls though?
because it will. and i know it.
then i'll have nothing
the last piece of my heart just gives up and falls away.
i wont die, i cant bring myself to commit suicide
yet i still can't sign that no suicide thing on here,
a year later, i still cant do it.
i'll promise everyone, i wont kill myself.
but i wont sign that.
because one day, when it all falls through,
when i've lost everything.
i'll die.
sorry for the essay, by the way.