You talk like you have never been down in the well, treading water and looking up at the sky, barely keeping your head up. You’re screaming for help, to the God you don’t believe in, or for something, anything, please just let the pain stop, please.
Maybe you use, drink, fuck, cut, who fucking knows.
When you find a friendly voice who doesn’t ghost your ass when you have a bad day or two, or ten, or a month, or two, or ten… Maybe you feel a bit of a connection, a small tether that you want to help lighten your load, even a little.
You tell that voice you are hurting every day, that nothing makes sense, that you just want two fucking minutes of peace from everything, from yourself. And then you say maybe you are thinking of ending it… And the voice agrees with you.
There are more than a few moments in my life where I was close enough to the abyss that this is all it would have taken.
Search your soul for some empathy. If you don’t know what that is, maybe Chatgpt can tell you.
You are likely a troll, but still…
You talk like you have never been down in the well, treading water and looking up at the sky, barely keeping your head up. You’re screaming for help, to the God you don’t believe in, or for something, anything, please just let the pain stop, please.
Maybe you use, drink, fuck, cut, who fucking knows.
When you find a friendly voice who doesn’t ghost your ass when you have a bad day or two, or ten, or a month, or two, or ten… Maybe you feel a bit of a connection, a small tether that you want to help lighten your load, even a little.
You tell that voice you are hurting every day, that nothing makes sense, that you just want two fucking minutes of peace from everything, from yourself. And then you say maybe you are thinking of ending it… And the voice agrees with you.
There are more than a few moments in my life where I was close enough to the abyss that this is all it would have taken.
Search your soul for some empathy. If you don’t know what that is, maybe Chatgpt can tell you.