Z0mbietoaster

I don't think people truly understand what it's like to be suicidal. They think that I just want to die, but that's not it. That's not it at all. Imagine waking up, your room still dark, and the house still quiet. You reach over to look at your phone and find that you've only been asleep for a couple of hours. It's not unusual any more. You sigh and roll on to your side, staring into the darkness where you know the wall is. Your mind is spinning with thoughts, but you can't quite catch what they're telling you. You almost feel sad, but not quite. You don't quite feel anything any more. You're just empty. All the time. Time passes and you feel