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Have you ever been doin' 65 down the highway in traffic up to your ears and you think to yourself that all you would have to do is slam on the breaks and turn the wheel into the guardrail and it would be all over?
No more.
See, when you live a life that's in a constant state of limbo that's how you think. My life has become a fight against my own mind. That won't make sense to many of you. I have mental problems. Like real mental problems. I'm not like the kids that you see on the streets with the black make-up and the ICP shirt that act as though the world hates them and that they're depressed. It's people like this that have actually given people with real problems a bad name. And why we get so many people that say they would never have respect for someone that has killed themselves. It's a misunderstanding.
When you can no longer think for yourself because all you can think about is death then you can tell me about respect. When you wake up in the morning and you can't function like a normal adult, which means your mom has to make you breakfast and make sure you get to work. I'm 22. My mom takes care of all my bills and paperwork. In some respects I'm still 12. I get by everyday with hope that I get better and it was all a phase. 9 years and I still have hope it's all a phase.
See, I don't write things like this for pity. I don't need your pity. I tell you about my struggles so maybe some of you will better understand why someone would slit their wrists. It's not a cop-out. It's the last option most of us have. And when your mental state limits you to half of what everyone else has... you get to death quicker.
*continues to fight*
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heavy is the head that wears the crown
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