“To be honest, I hate it when people tell me I know what it's like to go through what your'e going through. Umm...no you don't. No two people go through the same depression. People may drink and cut the same but for different reasons. I can't even begin to explain my reasons. For you to truly know, you'd have to experience it yourself. And I couldn't do that to anyone. All the shit I have to go through daily. The crazy ass thoughts that run through my head at night.You'd have to have a very strong will to put up with it everyday. And my will is crumbling like the Berlin Wall. I'm completely done. Why can't I fix what I've broken, Are these words lost that I've spoken? Slashing myself to ribbons because of the memories that I have to live in. When the bottle gets empty, I'll start in on the pills.Instead of taking them by the ounce, I'll take them by the pound. Maybe then people will cry as they throw dirt on me from on top of a mound, while I'm six feet below.”
