Let me tell you what goes on inside the head of a suicidal, or some of them at least.
First off, no, they don’t really want to die. Unless they’re going through some really intense physical pain, then, otherwise, yeah, maybe they do want to die. But, most don’t. No, emo people are longing for love. They long for affection, for acceptance. They wish to feel wanted and adored.
My chest tightens around my heart. I could barely breathe. The more I inhale, the harder it is for me to breathe.
It hurts. Every breath I take hurts. Every breath suffocates me even more.
I’m struggling with it. Not when there are so many questions left unanswered. Questions whose answers I’m dying to know.
I’m really trying to see you less than what I perceive you to be. That is, I’m trying to see you only as a friend and not someone whom I’ve given my whole heart to. But it’s pretty difficult.
I’m trying to move on, really I am.