Giving up.

Suicide.

I've been like this for so long, I can't remember the last time I felt okay.

It's been like this for years.

At first it started out so small, I'd have good days followed by a streak of sadness.

And I could deal with it, I wasn't great, I wasn't happy, but I was okay.

And then it got worse.

I couldn't sleep, I didn't eat, I felt like I had a million tabs open in my head at once.

There were too many thoughts.

But I could still manage it, at least.

So I went on for months feeling like that.

And eventually I needed something to get me through the day, because I couldn't just do it on my own.

Drugs.

Cutting.

For years, I've lived like this and I don't want to anymore. Why should I?

Everyone's abandoned me, I have nothing left to live for.

So I'll give up.

I won't even think, 

I can't even think, 

Because I'm, 

Giving, 

Up.