One of those days.
I just want to stick my head inside a giant blender.
Let the blades slash open my skull. Turn my brains into mush.
I don’t want to live anymore.
This is that point, my rock bottom, when pills won’t work.
And the worst part? It’s my fault. I can’t even blame anyone else.
I keep thinking I’m okay. I’m okay. Present tense. But now I see that I’ll never be. I’m stuck in the rut of depression and there’s no way out.
Just frigging kill me. Already. Please.