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Existing is hard

Existing is hard, some days I wish people didn’t know that I existed, some days I wish people couldn’t see me especially when those days I don’t want anyone to notice me
Each day morning and afternoon I’m happy and smiling and laughing but as soon as it’s night time I’m lay in bed with my lights on red, music blasting just questioning my existence. Like why do I exist ? Was there a reason to that?
The night gets later and the tears make a return and then all of a sudden I’m sobbing my heart out, my eyes burn, then my body and mind suddenly give up on me after hours and that’s when I fall asleep
Each day morning and afternoon I’m happy and smiling and laughing but as soon as it’s night time I’m lay in bed with my lights on red, music blasting just questioning my existence. Like why do I exist ? Was there a reason to that?
The night gets later and the tears make a return and then all of a sudden I’m sobbing my heart out, my eyes burn, then my body and mind suddenly give up on me after hours and that’s when I fall asleep
Sometimes when the people most like you don't love you, it is a hurt that can cause the greatest pain, and this pain can lead you to hate everything.
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