hi, sorry for the crap poetry. feeling the feels right now tho
This beautiful and it expresses how I feel perfectly.
I feel so weak and helpless. Since I went to the psychiatrist and was diagnosed I can’t help feeling pathetic. Telling the truth and saying everything that I felt just makes me feel like a failure. It feel as though I wasn’t strong enough to hold it in anymore. I didn’t have the strength to hide it. I am a weak, failure of a person.
my family finding out that I tried to kill myself and that I was planning on doing it again and actually succeeding this time to actually take me seriously. They need that to actually treat me like something was wrong. Well something is wrong with them. They need to know that I wanted to commit suicide to actually believe that I needed help. How could I not be resentful towards them? The only reason they are going out of their way to be kind and caring is because I have severe depression and I am a serious risk of hurting myself.