It’s been over a month since we last spoke. I was doing, so much better then.
It was easy at first, I was naive. There’s so much they don’t tell you when your suicide attempt fails. I stopped taking my medicine. My grandpa’s going to tell you, but please hear me out.
At first, I convinced myself I didn’t need them, because I was doing fine, but really, I was just sick of all the side effects. You didn’t tell me the Zolof would make my nightmares worse. You didn’t tell me they would make me have panic attacks, when I saw him. You didn’t tell me how much I would cry. You said they would help me… but,they’re just tearing me apart.
How? How can I feel so low, when the pills are supposed to fix everything? I stopped taking them, so at least
It was easy at first, I was naive. There’s so much they don’t tell you when your suicide attempt fails. I stopped taking my medicine. My grandpa’s going to tell you, but please hear me out.
At first, I convinced myself I didn’t need them, because I was doing fine, but really, I was just sick of all the side effects. You didn’t tell me the Zolof would make my nightmares worse. You didn’t tell me they would make me have panic attacks, when I saw him. You didn’t tell me how much I would cry. You said they would help me… but,they’re just tearing me apart.
How? How can I feel so low, when the pills are supposed to fix everything? I stopped taking them, so at least