I don't know.I'm suicidal.
Everyday is a struggle, my mind keeps me held captive. The thoughts never leave, and I begin to wonder why anyone wants me here at all. Why was I placed here? I wish I knew. I don't want to go to a therapist. I don't want medication. I want someone to listen. But everyone close to me doesn't. They have no care to if I were to exist or cease to. I want to cry and runaway, but how can I run away from my own mind? My own voices tormenting and coaxing. "Do it", it suggests, as it places violent images of my own death into my brain.
I wonder what it's like; to be normal, without feeling like you're surviving, just existing with lackluster. A shell of who you used to be, or perhaps, a zombie is a good example. Dead, but walking and acting like they're still alive. I hate feeling like this, but it won't stop. Suicidal thoughts, anxiety, overthinking, panic attacks. When does it end? When will I stop being so useless and be able to do something good with my life and make it