Those times when I had nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to tell it all to.
Those times when I was lonely to the bone, but there was no one I felt safe or comfortable enough to be with.
Those times when I made myself so physically sick and was hurting so bad that I couldn't even imagine getting better.
Those times when I was so depressed, or in such despair or terror, that I couldn't even imagine happiness.
Those times when I was so full to the brim with tears, but I couldn't cry even though I wanted to.
Those times when the people who said they would always be there, were no where to be found when I really needed them.
Those times when I couldn't stand what I was, and I didn't know how I could possibly be something else.
Those times when I could no longer stand living where I was living, but there was no where else to go, and no way to get there anyhow.
Those times when I felt I couldn't go on living with someone, but I couldn't imagine my life without them.
Those times when I felt terribly guilty, or just plain wrong, about doing something, but I was sure I'd only feel worse if I stopped doing it.
Those times when I hated how I was being treated, but I didn't see that there was anything I could do about it.
Those times when I didn't want to go on living any more, but it made me even more depressed and immobilized to think about killing myself.
Those times when I was lonely to the bone, but there was no one I felt safe or comfortable enough to be with.
Those times when I made myself so physically sick and was hurting so bad that I couldn't even imagine getting better.
Those times when I was so depressed, or in such despair or terror, that I couldn't even imagine happiness.
Those times when I was so full to the brim with tears, but I couldn't cry even though I wanted to.
Those times when the people who said they would always be there, were no where to be found when I really needed them.
Those times when I couldn't stand what I was, and I didn't know how I could possibly be something else.
Those times when I could no longer stand living where I was living, but there was no where else to go, and no way to get there anyhow.
Those times when I felt I couldn't go on living with someone, but I couldn't imagine my life without them.
Those times when I felt terribly guilty, or just plain wrong, about doing something, but I was sure I'd only feel worse if I stopped doing it.
Those times when I hated how I was being treated, but I didn't see that there was anything I could do about it.
Those times when I didn't want to go on living any more, but it made me even more depressed and immobilized to think about killing myself.
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