Mental health feelings


If I were you, I’d leave. Turn on my heels and walk away. Forget me, my life, my mess. Go while you have the chance. Run before you’re too caught up. You deserve more than this half life. More than I am capable of giving you. Not this. Not the dark, crying, screaming, shouting, tearing you apart every night. Hate me. Please. It’s easier that way. I do, I hate myself with every fibre of my being.

Everything I can’t be, everything I can’t do for you, waits on the other side of that door. So go and don’t look back.

I love you.


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