Everyone seems to be pressuring me.
Victimised I feel by life.
Every day is a different struggle in life.
Reality is something I just can’t see.
Each set back brings me closer to death.
Desperate thoughts run through my mind.
Each scar upon my body shows how close to death I have been.
Prominent death awaits me in life.
Reoccurring life threatening situations.
Every comment I hear could be my last.
Slicing my arms with blades again.
Slyly hiding my relapse in treatment.
Intensifying pressure upon myself.
Only I can change my fate in this world.
Now is the time to change if I have the strength.