FCK R_16-14
41 Plays
•14 Aug 2019
At this point in my life I don't think much of myself I wonder what everyone else thinks of me, I wish I could tell, i have very little friends and I'm lonely aswel, people say they got it tuff but this is my definition of a living hell. When I started to not go out alarm bells started ringing, to put it into a nutshell I wouldn't go out. I was scared to leave my house uh. I was kinda like a prisoner stuck in a cell the only difference is that i could get out, but I didn't , I am dead but still here still a life form I shouldn't really dwell. I hated sharing the way I felt , these things, my thoughts, my life was very personal. I built the courage to open up so I shared the way I felt and how I hated myself and how nothing I did was good enough and 'how I was frustrated that its gotten to this, all I wanted was someone to listen so I talked and they did . I dropped the bomb shell of me giving up and how I'm even struggling to live 'I got no reply' but I saw pity in their eyes must've Been too hard to take in. I talked about these thoughts and how I'd had them since a kid, I apologised for putting it all on them'n I asked them to forgive they convinced me it was alright and told me "they were always here" we talked some more they asked me to dig deep so, I did, speak
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At this point in my life I don't think much of myself I wonder what everyone else thinks of me, I wish I could tell, i have very little friends and I'm lonely aswel, people say they got it tuff but this is my definition of a living hell. When I started to not go out alarm bells started ringing, to put it into a nutshell I wouldn't go out. I was scared to leave my house uh. I was kinda like a prisoner stuck in a cell the only difference is that i could get out, but I didn't , I am dead but still here still a life form I shouldn't really dwell. I hated sharing the way I felt , these things, my thoughts, my life was very personal. I built the courage to open up so I shared the way I felt and how I hated myself and how nothing I did was good enough and 'how I was frustrated that its gotten to this, all I wanted was someone to listen so I talked and they did . I dropped the bomb shell of me giving up and how I'm even struggling to live 'I got no reply' but I saw pity in their eyes must've Been too hard to take in. I talked about these thoughts and how I'd had them since a kid, I apologised for putting it all on them'n I asked them to forgive they convinced me it was alright and told me "they were always here" we talked some more they asked me to dig deep so, I did, speak
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