“What’s it like to have suicidal thoughts?”
They don’t really ask how your day is, they just assume. So sometimes they show up unannounced, like an old friend from out of town, which in turn, makes it harder to cope. They come and go. They really just linger. Sometimes I pay them attention, but other times I just leave them out in the cold. Other times they bother me. They’ll pick and poke and get under my skin. It will feel like fire running through my veins. Like my skin is a melting popsicle on a hot summer’s day. But sometimes, they’re my only friends.