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Jax sits with his legs dangling over the edge. His wings a gray in the morning light. I kneel next to him, lying my hand over his shoulder. Samuel kneels on his other side. "Jax, what is it?" Samuel asks, concern edging in his voice. "I'm alive, but I don't feel like it."
So here's the thing. I've been through so tough stuff but here I am, still making it through. I'm done feeling sorry for myself. I know there are people who care about me and I'm gonna lean on them when things are tough and I'm just going to trust in God because he has a plan for me.
I've been broken, I've cut, I've self harmed, I went weeks without eating, I have depression, I had my heart broken way to many times, I've lost friends through suicide, I wanted to kill myself because of my best friend, I've been judge for my earing loss, I've had a monster inside of me killing me, I believed that I was a mistake, I was one foot away from a moving car, I almost jumped out of my window because of a stupid boy, Everyone has always lied to me by saying "i'll be there" they left.