How crazy am I?
When I get frustrated, the little voice in my head suggests to commit suicide. May be is laziness talking, not wanting to stand up and fight my own battles.
When something doesn't work out, I'm like "hum si, necesito este número de cajas de este fármaco para que sea efectivo, pero tengo que buscar un lugar apropiado para que no alcancen a hacer un lavado de estómago". Thinking different ways and scenarios to kill myself.
When I hear some people's problems I don't get why they haven't killed themselves yet.
When I think about future, all I can see is misery. I know I won't get enough money to buy meds to keep on going; to "live", work to get money, to get meds.
Give me just one fucking reason to live.
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