I Want To Die.

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ (SH, SUICIDE, AND LANGUAGE)⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ I want to die, but not all the time. Most of the time, I feel like a mime. Trying to convey feelings in silence. Afraid that my words would cause a disturbance. I want to die, but those feelings stay inside. I want to scream, but silence I abide. When will they see that I'm not alright. Especially when I'm alone at night. I want to die, but there's so many things I need to do. I have a list the size of a country or two. So I'll keep saying that damned little lie. When the truth is I'm not fucking fine. I want to die, and the lines on my wrists and legs prove it. The same ones I struggle to cover when I sit. While I keep others in ignorant bliss. My parents lean down expecting a little girl to kiss. The truth is, I want to die. Death seems like a damn good spirit high. I've felt this way for a long time. The same way I feel like a mime. I want to die, but I won't do it myself. Instead I'll wait for something else. Please don't be alarmed by this message There was a trigger warning at the top of the passage. Maybe in truth you wanna die too. Leave a comment, maybe we can talk things through.