I was once a sister. I was once someone who was loved.
Now. I am lost. I am a mess
I don’t know who I am without her. I used to think. That just like myself. She was strong and brave. Now I see we are nothing more than our thoughts.
Thoughts that drove my sister to suicide.
Thoughts that are slowly driving my mad.
I try. But I haven’t had a good thought in months. Slowly I sink deeper.. Not knowing if I will be able to climb out. Not actually wanting to climb out. Everyday the motivation seems a little fuzzier. Who I thought I was....
Was just in my head.
I am not lost.
I am fading away.
Forgetting.
Losing the little I have left.
To the demons that have taken over my mind.
Eventually. I will surrender.
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