i’m tired
completely worn out
after hours of distress
no christmas dinner for me
haven’t caught a bite to eat
between the suicidality
and avoiding the police
wasting away this christmas day
lost on the verge of
a fraying mentality
i should be dead
how do i keep pulling through?
this weird instinct is wired
all wrong
i fight to stay alive
meanwhile, i’m fighting to die
Personally disordered 
Be good to yourself
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xoxo I was in that place last night
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Stay strong ❤❤
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Hey Kiddo, Remember one thing today, no one would be responding to your poem if they didn’t care, right? A lot of people you don’t really know that well do care, and we care enough about you to be here for you. Take it one step and one day at a time, no more and no less, please?
Love ya, kiddo.
Karen
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Powerful C! I hope you stay with some friends and wait for it to pass. It always passes. But you already knew that. Big Cyber hug!
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I would feed you. Where do you live?
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I know it’s a long shot, seems like the UK from what I’ve read. Don’t give up, please? You’re needed. There is hope as dismal as it seems.
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If you need anyone to talk to don’t hesitate to leave me an email (or message me here if there are messages here.) We’re all here for you. Stay strong okay?
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Always keep fughting you are too precious to lose!
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Hey Annie. How have you been?? Hope life is treating you well, worried after reading this section. Please write back or mail me on poojaavj@gmail.com
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I’m fighting to die; I pray it’s a natural death after a long eventful life surrounded by achievements but most importantly loved ones, family and friends.
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Hey you commented on my blog a while back. Just reading this makes me proud that you are so brave to voice your story. It’s sad one. But keep going things do get better. Much love from Australia.
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