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I have scars that run so deep they cut through my bone.

You can only see a few, you can’t see them all.

You can never tell me that I haven’t lived through trauma, I’m too young to know the feeling of gasping for my last breath when I’m drowning.

Only I’m not physically drowning. I’m not in the ocean, with the waves crashing against my body. I’m not on a lazy river with the water flowing over me.

My own head is drowning me.

My own thoughts- my brain.

I can’t think.

I can’t feel anything but pain.

They’re suffocating me and I can not breathe.

I just want to be able to breathe.

I don’t want to think about going straight into traffic everytime I drive.

I don’t want to think about jumping off every bridge I see.

I don’t want to think about climbing to the highest building in my city and

That’s the moment I can actually breathe.

My thoughts are quiet and my feet are on the ledge.

I don’t feel the pain of my scars.

I don’t feel the pain of suffocating in my own mind.

It’s the calm before the storm.

Would it be painless if I just..

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I'm 23 years old living with mental illnesses, what I write will be very personal and about my struggle with mental illness, and heartbreak that I have gone through.

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