Please tend to my wounds.
Please bring a piece of cloth to stop my heart from bleeding.
Please put pressure on it.
Please resuscitate me.
Please give me life again.
If not, please just hold me so I can die in your arms.
What a good way to die on a bad day to be alive.
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Author:
Little Dreamer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2019 20:46
- Category: Sad
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Bad days are what you make them i guess.
What do you mean?
Our previous chats/comments on here show you are in pain and keep getting hurt more and more. You alone control your future and it seems you don't want to make the effort to change your circumstances so your bad days will continue. Hence... your bad days will be what you make them.
I don't like seeing/reading that you are in deep pain, i really don't. But me calling a spade a spade just might wake up in you the realisation that YOU are in control of your future and nobody else right now.
It’s not that I don’t want to change my circumstances. Of course, if it were that easy, I wouldn’t feel like I wanted to die all the time. I just can’t change them right now. I really can’t. I know it seems like I’m crying out for help and rejecting it. I’d hate to think that I made you upset. I probably seem very stubborn. It’s just, everything is so unbelievably hard right now. I feel like there’s no room for me to think about the long run, so I’m just trying to take on one day at a time and essentially just survive. Really, I would do just about anything to stop hurting like this if I could. Thank you for caring 💕💕
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