Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.
I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.
Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.
Everything seems to be working." Except me. I'm broken.
I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.
What you see, isn't always what you get