Would you look at me the same if you saw all my scars, if you knew all my pain?you wouldn't. I'm sorry I'm such a mess, I really am, because I love you and want to be who you want me to be. But you don't know the real me, and it's killing me.
"I'm ready to die I'm not suicidal and I don't want to take my own life but I'm just ready for it to be over I feel like I have nothing to live for Does that make sense?" I feel like I'm not able to take my life, but if a car was coming I wouldn't care
" My bruises were healing and although I felt better than I had a few days ago, I knew none of it mattered anymore. The noose was hot against my neck and once they tightened it I knew there was no way I would be getting out of this.