but they don't see the struggle behind just staying clean. Because they forget the initial reason we pick up something to sh with.
The pain, the heavy, aching chest, the feeling of numbness and the disconnection. The derealisation and dissociative episodes. The depressive and euphoric episodes. The lonely nights, filled with racing, harsh and intrusive thoughts.
They think after one attempt it's not constantly playing on my mind to attempt again. They check in on you for a few weeks, or even months if you are lucky after an attempt to make sure you're safe and doing better. But after that grace period, everything goes back to how it was, everyone forgets, and just assumes that you have moved on. But you are still there, feeling the same things that made you want to attempt in the first place. And then they question why you attempted again, label you as selfish, attention seeking, or ask "how could you do this to us?", feigning care and hurt.
They only care when they realise that they could have actually lost you.
But once you're safe, far enough in the safety net of not 'getting lost', they put that event out of mind because it makes them uncomfortable.
People only check in to clear their concious. Some people do care. But some really don't. It's more for them than it is for you.
So yeah. I'm 7 days clean, I hope you feel good about yourself. Because I fucking don't.
I'm fucking drowning and you don't even care, as long as the days I remain clean goes up.
You don't really care about what goes on in my head.
What caused me to pick up that fucking blade every single time, especially the first.
wishin i had real homies but they’re so hard to find
real people get to like me and i always cross the line
with my anger and frustration i hide deep inside
i say I’m okay and i got this no lie
but its obvious Im useless and im going to die
and to live this kind of life, why?
drugs over your family sounded like the good ride
but look at you now all you do is rely
on people to provide for you bitch sit down and cry
you’re a worthless mess you know that right?
you’re ignorant and will always lose the fight
you could never do anything right with your life
look at those pills go ahead and grab the knife
the heroin is still calling you name
didn’t it numb you and make you feel sane?
go ahead and take a hit
does it look like anyone gives a shit
all you need is one final overdose
shoot up once it’ll do the most
your pain and stress will finally end
but don’t forget to make amends
people hate you you know?
you’re a little drug whore:)
you’re a helpless fuck and nothing more
walk through the streets and feel bad for yourself
you’re such a bad person ur parents won’t even help
you may as well jus take your life now
whoever said u meant something was fuckin around “
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backstory: I found this on my ex bfs laptop and sobbed for hours thinking he wrote it about me. turns out I wrote it about myself the night before on x*nax and forgot about it