I’m ending it

I can’t take it anymore I’ve had to come off my bipolar meds because I’m pregnant. And I can’t stop self harming it’s the only escape I have anymore it’s better if my child never exists they have a stupid excuse of a mother and my own mum disowned me. So I’m killing my self it’s my only way out. I’ve ran out of skin to cut, things to cry about, stupid coping methods my therapist gives me. I just can’t do it anymore! My life is a waste! I know dying means my child goes with me as if I’ve gotten to point I think it’s better I don’t wanna put them through it. So im walking to a bridge say my final prayers and go…

they only notice when your gone.