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You bare the secret of someone dear to you. Their problems become your problems. You feel the need to help them. You scream and scratch away the fear of losing them to something so ridiculous. You curse loudly, but no one is there to hear you. You tell yourself you have to help them you can’t see it’s killing you. Restless nights, waking up to find you have to repeat the previous day. “Maybe today she won’t cut herself” or “I’ll make sure he won’t get drunk and drive in the rain, because that whore broke his heart.” They won’t listen. They feel like your ruling them, it only makes them mad. “You’re not helping me! Your trying to do this all your way, it’s not your life. I can handle this!” Their words pierce your ears like needles. You stumble back, dizzy from the pills you took earlier to stay awake. You can’t tell you’ve overdosed. “I want to help you! You need me, deep in the back of your mind you want my help, and I can see it in your eyes!” your conscience screams at you from the mirror. Maybe they were right? Maybe it’s the only way out. Maybe this isn’t going to get better. It’s the only way. Ah, he’s getting to you, just as he did to them. The devil whispers the words in your mind they send a tingling sensation down your spine. You shiver and take a breath. Unfortunately it was your last. You take the handful of pills and wash them down with your dad’s vodka. You close your eyes and count backwards from a hundred. Ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven…fifty-three, fifty-two, fifty-one…seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, game over.

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You bare the secret of someone dear to you. Their problems become your problems. You feel the need to help them. You scream and scratch away the fear of losing them to something so ridiculous. You curse loudly, but no one is there to hear you. You tell yourself you have to help them you can’t see it’s killing you. Restless nights, waking up to find you have to repeat the previous day. “Maybe today she won’t cut herself” or “I’ll make sure he won’t get drunk and drive in the rain, because that whore broke his heart.” They won’t listen. They feel like your ruling them, it only makes them mad. “You’re not helping me! Your trying to do this all your way, it’s not your life. I can handle this!” Their words pierce your ears like needles. You stumble back, dizzy from the pills you took earlier to stay awake. You can’t tell you’ve overdosed. “I want to help you! You need me, deep in the back of your mind you want my help, and I can see it in your eyes!” your conscience screams at you from the mirror. Maybe they were right? Maybe it’s the only way out. Maybe this isn’t going to get better. It’s the only way. Ah, he’s getting to you, just as he did to them. The devil whispers the words in your mind they send a tingling sensation down your spine. You shiver and take a breath. Unfortunately it was your last. You take the handful of pills and wash them down with your dad’s vodka. You close your eyes and count backwards from a hundred. Ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven…fifty-three, fifty-two, fifty-one…seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, game over.