At 15, I was a depressed teenager who had self harmed and wondered about just how painful it could possibly be to end my life.
Everyday it got harder,
Everyday was like a nightmare progressing on,
Everyday was another prayer echoing from my bones asking God to take me now,
Everyday I would close up more,
Everyday it would get more impossible,
Everyday I felt myself die some more,
Everyday I laid on my bed wondering how I’ll leave this hell;
I’ve never felt so much pain in my life...
Right now, I’m laying on the couch, and I’m with the greatest friends I could ask for.
We just laugh and carry on as if nothing mattered anymore.
Life gets better. Make sure you are there to see it.