Every night is the same. I struggle with suicidal thoughts and every night they get stronger and more real. I'm scared if staying alive and I'm scared of my own thoughts. I want to die. Friday night it is. Hope this time I'll do it properly. There must be at least one thing I can do right.
Please God help me do it. I don't want to come back home. Home hurts.
Please God help me do it. I don't want to come back home. Home hurts.