Yes I'm still struggling Yes I'm still hurting Yes I'm still depressed and Yes I'm still stressed and Yes I still want everything to end Last Friday, I was emo for that week So after CG, which I did enjoy I went over to my godfathers house To watch some shows to try and cheer myself up and it did but as usual it was only temporary So after my goddaddy sent me home, at around 2 almost 3 am I wash up and waited for my sister to fall asleep As soon as she did I went to the kitchen cabinet ate my daily meds and I took the brand new strip of Panadol CF (cold & flu) went back to bed and slowly, crying and emotionally consumed each tablet pill after pill, I took 10 pills that night and I could sorta taste it along my esophagus I apologized to the Lord for being such a weakling and that I had enough of life Then I closed my eyes and slept Hoping to die.... But as you can tell I didn't I woke up the next morning and I was like, I'm still alive.... It didn't work ...
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