i remember always hearing “it gets better” and thinking yeah sure it does…and looking back i could have swore that there was no way possible for it to get better…no way in heaven or hell…
at some pointing not wanting ‘it’ to get better, being addicted to pain…
desperately crying…screaming
all i wanted was to die….just die, i wanted peace. i hated myself for not being able to stop and letting it get so far.
i remember meeting him and hating him for being so sweet, he wasn’t real, he couldn’t be. he could not fix me, no one could…i wanted to die, that would be better than anything anyone could ever offer….
i was wrong; 2 years lateR…its better, i still sometimes wish i could just die and be at peace; sometimes i still get the urge to see blood….but nothing could be better than the life i live now.
sooo please believe them. IT DOES GET BETTER.
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