Amazing:

Amazing. A maze in mind. Twist the hands of fate and turn back time. Rewind. Look around and you shall find me living graveyard dreams. I'm like a mourning dove in a barren wasteland looking for some love. Can I please just have a hug? Dark and twisted memories tearing me apart at the seams. Looking in a mirror. Looking into the eyes of fear. Is this truly me? Am I really here? What does life really mean? Voices in my head tell me i am dead. They tell me to cry. I ask them why does it matter if i die from suicide. No matter how hard i try I'm never good enough. I never bleed enough. Why am I still here suffering year after year? Isn't it clear that I've had enough. Am I really considered strong when life is so tough?