I regret not making myself move much sooner. I regret I'm slowly sinking underwater and I can't resurface. I regret that every night when I go into my room I pull out the knife I hid under my bed and I try to find the strength to just end it. I regret that there's only one person who I walays think about that prevents me from taking that leap.
I don't regret loving my neice, she is keeping me alive this very moment.
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I understand, my grand nephew is why I hold on. He loves me and I don't want to be the aunt he remembers that commited suicide.
It's miserable, sometimes we have to live minute by minute, just keep finding a reason.
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