Freedom

All my life I have heard the phrase, “It gets better”, well I am living proof that no it does not, at least it hasn’t in my experience.  If my life was going to get better, and stop from spiraling out of control, then wouldn’t it have gotten at least a little bit better by now?  I mean it has been over six years, and nothing has changed, it has only gotten worse.  I’m tired of living, of my suicide attempts failing, only to wake up from yet again another failure, whilst the madness and chaos that is my life resumes.  No one cares about me-not really.  My “family” doesn’t, and neither do my so called “friends”.  I fight this battle alone, and without the support of anyone.  My existence means nothing, and I long for the day that the eternal darkness claims me once and for all.  When I am gone, no one will mourn the loss of me, in fact my death will probably be celebrated.  The burden of my existence will finally and once and for all be lifted off of the shoulders of those that are around me.  I can’t wait until that day comes, because the day that I die, is the day that I will finally be free from these shackles and chains that hold me down.