In a world so dark and drowning in despair stands me, alone and scared. Throughout life, I have been through a lot. I have seen the good. I have seen the bad. And all of my experiences affected who I am. But as I can so that with ease, this question begs to be asked; who am I? One day I’m the girl that survived; The Survivor. The next day I’m the girl who has only ever suffered; The Victim. And finally I’m the girl who’s lost in a void of depression, anxiety and PTSD; The Insane. One day I know I’m doing the best I can. The next day I think I’m the devil’s advocate. Of all of these choices, I can never decide. So I settle on being INDECISIVE.

***TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. YOUR HONEST OPINION.***

Pick one and leave the other alone,

Do I want to die,

Or do I want to go home?

What if I want neither?

Too bad, These choices are set in stone.

But what if I don't wanna die?

Then go home.

But what if I don't wanna go home?

Then kill yourself.

But-

There are not buts,

Pick one,

Life isn't fair,

And it's an easy decision.

Maybe to you,

But I have my sisters to consider.

You can't keep fighting their battles,

You're broken as it is.

Choose for yourself,

Throw your sisters into the wind.

But you don't understand

They're my kin.

My flesh and blood,

They repeat my sins.

Stop living for other people,

And look at yourself.

Why are you allowing yourself to go through this hell?

Because I hoped if I was in pain they weren't,

But I was wrong.

So why continue to live that way?

Why continue to live at all? Nobody'll miss me.

Is that your final decision?

No.

Then what is? You're going home?

No.

Pick one.

I DON'T KNOW!