@the_crimson_quill: RIP quill. My poetry is dead. It’s meaningless just like my life. My words mean nothing.. same as my life. My journal entry from the other night…::: “I sit on this ledge and more often than not wonder what it would be like. To just wash it all away and see all the fake crocodile tears. All the people who would show up and say they miss me and how great I was but never gave two flying fucks about me while i walked this shithole called life. All the people that would say “i never knew he felt like that” when all i ever did day after day was cry out for help. The same people that tell me how great I am and how much they enjoy me in their life are also the same people to dispose of me in a moments notice like I was nothing” I feel disposable. As soon as I’m to much, I’m gone. I mess up, I’m gone. I just want someone to fight for me for once #broken #MentalHealth #MentalHealthAwareness #sad #brokenheart