but I can see how people take that extra step and complete an act of suicide. Don't worry, I won't, I can't go there. But what if I had no one at all, or thought I didn't? I'd be so gone. It's easier to sink deeper into the hellish pit of cold, black emotions than to seek affirmations and God's promises... easier to crawl into a ball than actually let someone know what's going on with you.
::anyways::
Tonight it was completely brought to my attention that I'm RUNNING away from intimacy, the very thing I thought I was seeking. I had no idea how hurt I was and false friends drag the knife across the wound. I know now that you can't trust people, but that's not enough to heal. That's a bandaid with no neosporin at best. The wall I've built around myself is so high that I didn't even notice it. I'll always be alone and no one will ever truly know me. That's the lie I allow myself to believe from day to day.
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