This is my confession, it's basically a vent, I won't judge if
you ignore this, don't waste your time on me. I just need to let
some things out. So this is what I've become. What I am becoming.
Its not the road i thought I'd go down, not the right path, but
there's no turning back now. I don't like it, but it's me now.
What can I do? Do I even want to do anything? Nobody notices, the
people who do don't stick around to help. I can't tell my own
friends, I'm supposed to be the strong one afterall. They don't
want to believe I need help because I have two other friends with
serious self esteem issues that need someone to lean on, and its
me, but I'm breaking at the same time i'm being forced to stay
strong. I'm sure they've noticed something's wrong, I have
changed, but they don't ask, they don't mention it, and neither
do I. So here I am trapped inside myself, My mom wouldn't
understand, I don't know who else to talk to... I've kept this
all inside and hidden for so long, now it's all pouring out and I
can't stop it. I want to talk to someone, but at the same time I
don't, what can I say? what is there to say? I could tell you my
story, everything that has pushed me farther and farther over the
edge, and maybe you'd listen, maybe you'd understand too, but I
don't see how you can help, you'll tell me what everyone else
does. "stay strong." well I did for more than a year and look
where its gotten me, I don't know how to anymore. like I said,
Nobody knows anythings wrong. What am I supposed to do, just go
up to my friends or my mom and say, "goodmorning, did I mention
my life is falling apart? that I've been crying myself to sleep?
that I feel empty inside all the time? that I'm so ashamed of
what i did last night when i couldnt fall asleep for the hundreth
night in a row but I can't promise I won't do it again?" I never
thought I would cut, I never thought I'd go so far off the edge,
but you know what? I cant say I won't do it again because the
pain helped. I'm so messed up that I have to see my own blood
just to know I'm still alive. Oh god what have i come to. that is
if god cares, i hate myself for thinking it but it still comes
up, what if the one im praying to every night isnt even there,
what if he doesnt care? I'm not okay. But I don't see how talking
can help. I'm falling apart and not a single person in my life
knows. I have issues. But I wouldn't know what to say if someone
asked me to talk about it. where would i begin? would they really
even care, i'd bore them, if not just make them depressed. I'm so
messed up And I just don't know anymore...