☹ ~·𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌·~ ☹ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎 : 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎.
𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.
For me, life isn’t worth it. So many horrendous things happen to me. I’m always left alone, my biggest fear... Why me? People always look at me oddly and act so discourteous around me.
I’ve done nothing wrong so why? I try telling people about my situation but, they just ignore me... They just tell me to just die. That’s the only solution I’m left with...
What am I suppose to do? Some people tell me to think positively but I just can’t. I’m just forced to wear a mask and lie to them that I’m brØ𝐊en. I’ve tried cutting myself. It helped me but soon, that method faded.
I’ve tried everything but, nothing worked. I’m still not happy. After many years of pain and anguish, I’ve had enough of it. I don’t want to live anymore... I make my way to the bridge and it unexpectedly rains.
I find it pleasant to see the sky cry along with me. I enjoy walking in the rainfall since no one will see me cry my heart out. I let the rain wash away, all the pain and sorrow from past days. But in the end, I’m still downhearted...
After a while, I make it to the bridge. No ones here to intervene. I look downwards at the violent waves. I’m ready. I shall step off. Tonight I’m drowning, forever lost in the shallow water... I step off the edge.
This is what I wanted but, something doesn’t feel right... I rethink back at the past. No... I can’t die yet. I try to scream for help but, I’m underwater... I’m at my last breaths and my eyes slowly close...
I think back at that day and regret those actions. I’m some of the fortunate survivors. If that silhouetted person didn’t save me, I would have been left, forgotten... I still struggle with depression but that day, I thankfully won the fight.