You do not give me a chance to explain the way I feel.
You do not hesitate to criticize. You are quick to tell me that what I feel is wrong and it is unacceptable.
But you are the one who is wrong.
How could you tell me that I shouldn’t feel the way that I do? How dare you? Do you think that I enjoy it? Crying myself to sleep every night, cuddled myself with the darkness overwhelming my brain? Do you think that I choose to feel this way?
I don’t.
I don’t want to feel this way any longer. I would love help, but you seem not to care enough to try.
So, I want to end it.
But the thought of my family resists the attempt that would make me so happy– at last, so happy. Â I feel worthless. ashamed of myself, of my very being. I have no worth to this world. I am better dead. I should have never been born.
If I was never born, my family would not have to suffer of me leaving; for I would never have been there.
I already feel like I am not there.
Why can I not be there?
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If I had only one second to decide of continuing my life from now on, or redoing my life over again, I would redo my life again without hesitation.
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I am crying for help.
Crying.
please. help me.
These shrieks of loneliness should no longer be ignored.
3 comments
You are obviously not wrong in feeling the way you do. We cannot help the way we feel. Some say you control the way you feel… They just deny the way they feel.
I hope you find relief in this life soon… Until then cling onto the thought of your family – and try to get the help you say you need.
You are not alone.
You will NOT be happy – you will be dead. You will cause pain, suffering, a lot more than what you’re experiencing now. Suicide is not the solution to anyone’s problems. It’s the chicken way out of dealing with things that can be fixed.