end it
I feel like it never ends. The pain and sadness dont go away. i live with it every day, maybe that's the problem, i live. The voices tell me to end it, not to get out of my bed, to put a bullet in my head, they say it would be easier, take the pills, all of them to put the noose around my neck and step off. I think about it. I even almost did it. My family, the people that should make me feel better, make me feel worse, its not their fault they can't help it its the memories the trauma i get reminded of them when their around, the pain, fear, helplessness i hate those feelings. Would it be better to end it, to listen to the voices to put the bullet in my head, take the bottle of pills
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