At the end of the night

You are just alone. Sure you show everyone around you that your happy but really you just want to end your life. Thats how I feel everyday. I look at you and wonder if you feel the same way too. You just sit there and constantly think of ways to end your life. But Im honestly afraid of how much pain I would cause to those who care. I can see  when you’re sad, and you can tell when I’m sad. But I know I would never give up on you. Sure in hell I will always be with you to support you. But I feel like your pushing me away. I know you don’t want help, but I want to help you. Its the least I can do to get my mind off my own problems. I want to be the one who saves you. But since I’m not the one you want, it probably won’t happen. I just want someone out there to listen. You dont have to reply if you dont want too. I just can’t keep bottling up what I feel because its killing me, darling. It makes me so mad that I cant help you. I just want someone out there to listen. Because I know someone out there probably feels the same say. Like your worthless, you can’t do anything right. Your life is just a waste. At least that’s how I think of mine.