I've gotten to that point where everything that could potentially kill me, should. That overpass looks fantastic, the swimming pool down the street, knives, bricks, glass, pills, bleach, gasoline, a leather belt and the door jam. All of it. I'm so sick of hurting. Of constant pain. Of spending days on end laying on the floor just wishing I could either die or get better. And I'm not getting better. Not at all, not even a little. I might even be getting worse. And I'm so emotionally drained. I don't even want to cry anymore. I just want it to stop. To fall asleep and not wake up. To not hurt anymore. My god, how perfect it would be to not hurt. I've lost everything to this. I look gaunt and grey, my hands shake and I can't keep most foods down. I can't shower on my own. Things that should take ten minutes take an hour and a half. I hurt so much I cant even think. I'm not even a person anymore. Do you have any idea what thats like? I'm just so spent. I'm tired and broken and I'd just like some peace... Please.