i hate the anxiety that runs through my veins and i feel nervous and its killing me and i dont know how to stop it.
why do i have to feel so much pain, so much hate? why do i have to go through that stuff? why do i feel so worthless, a burden around people? to my friends (if i have one), to my family, to you? why do i have to feel this way? why am going through hell? i'm 17 and i should be enjoying life, instead all i did was contemplating suicide since 13.
no one understands, no one; how hard it is to be me. i can't deal with this anymore and i'm not strong enough to fight the same old demons and i'm tired of pretending like i am.
i kept replaying the moment in my head, thinking about what i could’ve done differently
