Mental health feelings

Terminal

Something is very wrong with me. I don’t know how it happened but somewhere along the line something inside me snapped, shattered. Exploded into a million pieces, flying out in all directions, shredding everything around it, leaving my insides in tatters.
Ugly, scarred, ruined.
I’m not okay, I am broken.
I can’t be fixed, I’m irreparable.
I’m not a person anymore.
I am an illness.
I am a disease.
A cancer of society, killing everyone around me, draining them. I need to do the right thing. I need to be cut out, removed.
I need to die.

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