The Abyss

Every morning I wake up I have to convince myself that there are people who would miss me if I killed myself today.

Every morning I have to convince myself that life is a gift… But I don’t really quite believe it…(Yet?)

And as I’m drifting further into the abyss, I realise that I can’t help myself anymore. I’ve tried on my own for too long.

I need people. But right now I’m being treated like a potential serial killer. I’m being called selfish for not wanting to be isolated.

Well, who the fuck cares? I was neglected, forgotten and treated like a leper as a child, so why would that be different now?

Why? I can’t tell why but things are different now…

If I posted this on social media, hundreds, probably thousands of people would tell me how great I am and I would wonder why any random stranger is nicer to me than my own fuckin family ever was…

The world is a strange place 🤷🏻‍♂️