I know I’m not living. I wish everyday not to wake up. I don’t believe in god because he doesn’t except my wish, to be gone. If I could tell someone anyone that ime here screaming for help would they come? I mean literally its my decision to go if someone misses me its there fault they didn’t show they cared. It is just my faul I’m gone not living is great. Not living means not caring. Especially not being hurts
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I understand being hurt and resentful that you feel no one cares. And I understand wanting to die. But honestly, its bad for the soul to leave this world resentful. I hope you can forgive those who hurt you – more for your sake, not theirs