Blackjack
Silver Member
I am at the end of my tether. I am a laughing stock. I am deeply depressed. I am excessively anxious. I think about dark actions constantly. I don't want to be me any more. I can't do it.
I care for and worry about people that don't want me to care for or worry about them. I am a nuisance to others. I hate me. I hate me so much. I so want to help people, to support them, care for them but they won't let me. They just push me away. I am never good enough.
I am a total nuisance in chat here. I do nothing but be miserable and it's not fair to the lovely folk there.
I cry and cry and cry inside but I smile on the outside as its what people around me want. They don't care how I feel. I keep trying and trying to cope, carry on and be strong.
I can't face the anniversary on my own. People think it shouldn't matter any more but it's ripping me into a thousand bits. They just don't care what it's doing to me. The images haunt me badly. Very badly. Nobody should have to see a decapitated body. The body of someone you knew. They didn't care at the time, nobody was there for me, nobody wanted to know and it's the same now. I am alone with it.
I need help, I really do. I need someone to be there for me.
I will regret writing this I am sure but it's how things are.
I care for and worry about people that don't want me to care for or worry about them. I am a nuisance to others. I hate me. I hate me so much. I so want to help people, to support them, care for them but they won't let me. They just push me away. I am never good enough.
I am a total nuisance in chat here. I do nothing but be miserable and it's not fair to the lovely folk there.
I cry and cry and cry inside but I smile on the outside as its what people around me want. They don't care how I feel. I keep trying and trying to cope, carry on and be strong.
I can't face the anniversary on my own. People think it shouldn't matter any more but it's ripping me into a thousand bits. They just don't care what it's doing to me. The images haunt me badly. Very badly. Nobody should have to see a decapitated body. The body of someone you knew. They didn't care at the time, nobody was there for me, nobody wanted to know and it's the same now. I am alone with it.
I need help, I really do. I need someone to be there for me.
I will regret writing this I am sure but it's how things are.