In The End

Hello my name is Annabelle.

I want to die so bad.

SO bad.

I’ve given up.

Honestly, I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone dies and thought “why wait?”

I got told by the only person who loves me and who I love that they don’t trust me.

So why wait?

I told everyone I even remotely care about goodbye and told them what I want them to have.

So basically

I’ve given up all hope.

I’m broken and at this point nothing can fix me.

I called the suicide hotline.

Me and the person talked.

It didn’t work.

I still feel as shitty as before, even more so maybe.

I betrayed the one I love and I can never forgive myself for that.

And this guilt is a weight on my shoulders.

I feel like and empty shell.

I feel like I don’t deserve this life.

I feel like I’m dead already.

I feel like I’ma  monster.

I feel like I’m not human.

I feel like I can’t be trusted.

I feel like if I bleed, if I even do.

It won’t even be fucking crimson.

It’ll be fucking green or black or some shit.

My body  is so covered in scars that I can never get away from

and in the end.

 

 

 

I want to die.

 

 

 

 

because in the end,

everything ends up the same.