Today I can't even think clearly. Can barely stand up straight. Physically I feel like I'm close to a breakdown. It's been 12 weeks and 5 days and only 5hrs of sleep. I'm a wreck. I'm a mess. Cut my hand today. Thought it would help me forget. Help me get back to my false truth, to my life before the disclosure. It didn't. So I cut myself again and again. Don't recognize myself. Instead of pulling myself out of this dark place like I used to do before I'm sinking lower and lower.
Please, take me in your arms and hold me till I feel strong again. I want to be myself again.
Why can't you hear me...
Please don't go. Don't leave me alone.
I'm scared. It's dark in here. Please stay...
I don't wanna run anymore. I'm so tired. This pain is so overwhelming.
Please stay. I don't wanna be alone. Please stay.