It’s 3:00 AM, I’m laying in bed. Thoughts running around my mind, can’t sleep. Nothing new there. One thing keeps replaying though, a dream of my parents trying to explain to my little brother and sister why their big brother decided to take his life.
Why can’t I get rid of these thoughts? Why does my life seem so unbearable? There are so many more who are worse off than I am.
Why am I so miserable?