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.