I honestly don't know who I am anymore. I think I'm happy but then when silence comes I'm attacked.
Everyday it gets harder.
Everyday is like nightmare progressing on.
Everyday is another prayer echoing from my bones asking god to take me now.
Everyday I close up more. Everyday it gets a little more impossible. Everyday I feel myself die a little more. Everyday I lay on my bed wondering how I'll leave this hell. I've never felt so much pain.
Sure I say I want to die but I still put my seat belt on and look both ways before crossing the street. I lock my windows and doors. I would scream if someone was following me late at night I would run for my life; But I do want to die just on my own terms.

sadness, night, and sad image