Lost cause

I don’t know why I feel this way. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m tired of feeling down and depressed all the time, and constantly feeling unloved. I have a story just like everybody else, but what’s the point of telling it? Everybody has their own problems, why should I complain about mine? I just wish I stayed dead…I’ll still never understand why I came back. I just don’t know what to do anymore…but death sounds better and better every day. I’m just broken beyond repair.