I Am Fighting Suicidle Thoughts

If you see me during the day. You wouldn't have a single clue what I fight at night.

I'm usually happy. I dance to some music when it's playing. I laugh and make jokes. I work hard. And I love talking to people.

But at night.

I cry. I shake my head trying to shake away the bad thoughts. I look at the past in the face as it tares me apart. I don't live in the past. But the past lives inside my head. And shows me eveything that I've done wrong. And replays the things done against me. As the demons tell me I deserve it.

And I let it bleed out...