I’m going to turn my pain into art.
It’s the only way I know how to bear my heart.
I laugh, cry and have all these regrets.
I challenged the world and I lost the bet.
I surround myself with people and pretend to keep myself from going mad.
But even with my friends around, I always remain sad.
And I have all these voices in my head.
Saying you’re a piece of shit and deserve to be dead.
I don’t know if I can take this much longer.
Please, someone, help me become stronger.