The somewhat depressing, morbid, yet hope seeking words that flood my mind about myself...
are simply to complicated for you to understand.
- a little African American
- and a little Indian
Sometimes I want to die. I'm not actively suicidal, but if something bad happened to me, I dont think i'd be to upset about it. Just imagine me crossing the street. A car coming straight at me. I'm not sure i would want to move out of the way. I may want it to just hit me. I know i don't have the courage to do it myself (ya know...Suicide.), but if i had the opportunity to die without convincing myself that i need to pull the trigger or cut a little deeper or tie a good not and hang; Die without the effort of doing it myself. I may just take the opportunity and finally rest. Be at peace with myself. No second guessing or being taunted by those who claim to be my family. No yelling, screaming… [more]
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