- Save me.
- From what?
- Myself.
I feel pain when they compare my physique to an object/person.
I feel pain when I'm being neglected.
I feel pain when I fail.
I feel pain when twilight commences.
I feel pain when the train of thoughts start to commence.
I feel pain when a glimpse of my scarred past lingers in my mind.
I feel pain when voices come striking in my head.
I feel pain when they misunderstood me with sympathy; all I wanted was a bag of respect.
I feel pain when I look into your eyes & all I could see is nothing but pain - you chose to bury it with a smile.
I feel pain when I couldn't do anything to assist someone who is in need.
I feel pain when nobody listens & hears.
I feel pain when I have nothing to look forward to.
I feel pain when I realized I have nothing.
I feel pain when I am not allowed to speak up for myself.
I feel pain when I cared too much for someone; but, nothing was given back.
I feel pain when I was given a bag of empty promises.
I feel pain when I have to blend in with the society.
I feel pain when I am compelled to tolerate their offensive jests.
I feel pain when a loving couple came walking by.
I feel pain when they implied to me that I am not good enough.
I feel pain when I was told that I was over reacting/over thinking.
I feel pain every sleepless night.
My anxiety attack starts crawling when I see a group of passerby goes about laughing out loud.
My anxiety attack starts crawling when I am in a midst of a crowd.
My anxiety attack starts crawling when I realized all eyes on me.
My anxiety attack starts crawling when I feel the pressure piling up on me.
My anxiety attack starts crawling when the mixed sentiments come playing.
My anxiety attack starts crawling when I'm looking out the window from a high building.
Through the years of misery, all my life I have been tolerating... I feel so weak. Every minute, it felt like my energy is being drained by a presence behind me. I have shunned myself from the society for I am afraid. I can hardly remember what it's like to smile genuinely for all I can see are just visible darkness. The prescriptions helped me to alleviate the torment that have been holding onto me but, only for a period of time. Most of my passing days, sleep is the only one that pulls me away from pain. Sometimes, I hear death calling for me. Other times, I hear words of criticism. Even in an empty room, it's filled with unbearable noises. I can hardly hear the sound of pins dropping on the concrete floor. Music is the only diversion that distracts me from the noises I hear. Gradually, the ones I doted dearly are walking away from me. I never blame them for the illness that have been growing inside me ever since I was just an innocent child who knows nothing of what the world will have to offer, but then to realize that it was only pure affliction.
My heart cries; but, my body draws out a subtle smile. It felt like I am trapped inside, calling for help. I can see myself on my knees, looking down with tears slowly dripping down my chin. All I can ever do now is pretend that everything is going to be okay. I only have myself to remind.
I came across this statement, " Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with pain. "
It gives me a small hope that there are people who utterly fathom what beings like me go through.
" You are not a bad person, or crazy, or weak, or flawed, because you feel suicidal. It doesn't even mean that you really want to die - it only means that you have more pain than you can cope with right now. If I start piling weights on your shoulders, you will eventually collapse if I add enough weights... no matter how much you want to remain standing. Willpower has nothing to do with it. Of course you would cheer yourself up, if you could. "
I am still at the edge; a small part of me wants to stay. My life is like a book, all written in blood, not knowing how many more empty pages I have left to write... but if you swiped on the top right side of the page, it's like the pages are thin, like it's running out - going closer to the end of the book.
Till we meet again...







