I don’t know what to do
every breath I take feels like a knife to the chest
I’m feeling so much that I’m feeling numb
but no one seems to notice
notice how much sucide is in my head
notice that I every night I cry in my bed
im not okay and I’m okay with that
but I want to go I want it to stop
someone help
im gonna make it stop
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Author:
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Comments1
Thank you acoulter434.
No man is an island.
No one should underestimate the power of companionship.
Keep writing
FineB
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