MindFog
:Professional Hypocrite:
- Nov 19, 2020
- 732
It doesn't matter if you've been depressed for years.
It doesn't matter if you've attempted it.
It doesn't matter even if you feel like dying everyday.
If you're not successful, everything you do is just for attention.
It's embarrassing, the way you still breathe.
At least if you're dead, we could just mourn for the loss and move on. Tell stories about your hardships and receive consolation from others.
Post on the internet how brave you are and tell everyone we miss you.
Yell we are in pain and blame everything else for what you did.
"Our angel was a little ray of sunshine."
You only come out of your room to eat and shit.
You forgot the last time you smiled.
" She never told us about it. We wished she could've reach out for help."
You don't even know why or how you're sick, but you feel wrong.
They told you, you're possessed.
"Why would she do this?"
You tell them everything. They tell you it's all your fault.
You feel helpless. You feel alone... And you are.
But right now you're just a burden. It's embarrassing how you can still eat.
We waste our money on your rotten mouth.
You're bitter and you lash out. You hate us for treating you like what you are. You are hateful and ugly. You push everyone away.
You've now become a pest.
Your life might not worth much, but you don't have to drag us. Everyone suffers. You're just too weak to handle it.
So do it quickly please. We'll always remind you. In every look, every word in every time we see you.
We'll slowly cut your flesh. Let you heal and do it again. We swear you'll never forget.
It's your fault anyways.
It doesn't matter if you've attempted it.
It doesn't matter even if you feel like dying everyday.
If you're not successful, everything you do is just for attention.
It's embarrassing, the way you still breathe.
At least if you're dead, we could just mourn for the loss and move on. Tell stories about your hardships and receive consolation from others.
Post on the internet how brave you are and tell everyone we miss you.
Yell we are in pain and blame everything else for what you did.
"Our angel was a little ray of sunshine."
You only come out of your room to eat and shit.
You forgot the last time you smiled.
" She never told us about it. We wished she could've reach out for help."
You don't even know why or how you're sick, but you feel wrong.
They told you, you're possessed.
"Why would she do this?"
You tell them everything. They tell you it's all your fault.
You feel helpless. You feel alone... And you are.
But right now you're just a burden. It's embarrassing how you can still eat.
We waste our money on your rotten mouth.
You're bitter and you lash out. You hate us for treating you like what you are. You are hateful and ugly. You push everyone away.
You've now become a pest.
Your life might not worth much, but you don't have to drag us. Everyone suffers. You're just too weak to handle it.
So do it quickly please. We'll always remind you. In every look, every word in every time we see you.
We'll slowly cut your flesh. Let you heal and do it again. We swear you'll never forget.
It's your fault anyways.
