I feel like life is a prison cell. I’m forced to stay here despite how finished I am. My entire life was a waste of time. I’m not the person I could be, though for some reason people admire me… it sickens me.
3 Friends know of my wish to die, but their words of advice are useless to me. My mind is made up, I do not want to live anymore. I’m not ready for the life that was given to me. Some people don’t ever think they’ll live to be 30, I didn’t even wanna live to be 20.
I can’t kill myself because for some stupid reason, there’s too many people that care about me, and would be devastated.. I hate how empathic I am.
I can’t imagine the truly horrible things people have gone through. I can only speak for myself, and what I know, I don’t like.
Some people say suicide is a cowardly thing to do. But I think it’s the most courageous thing you could do. To end your life, knowing you’ll be hurting everyone that cares about you? Snubbing out everything you might ever do… It takes a lot of courage to say “This is the last breath I want to take.”
Too bad I lack that courage. I always have.
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Haha it’s funny when you say about the age thing cuz I once said I didn’t want to live the day I turned 17 then 18 then 19. Eh, 20 now yo. That’s all I wanted to say I guess. No advice no nothing. Just HI! & BYE!