Someone Who Understands, Save Me From My Despair

Only 17 years old and I have so much to say and I would never be able to remember it all to write it down at once. I don’t understand the purpose of our species, we are reckless and materialistic. The closest people to me don’t even know that I think of suicide nearly every night, I go to work and wonder if the people I work with can even sense that I hate life. I’ve been thinking about it for years, and i remember being younger and trying to hold my breath until I died underwater but obviously that doesn’t work. I’ve pondered the reactions of everyone I’ve ever known if they were to here that I killed myself. Would they remember me for good things or for bad? It sucks that the people I’ve talked to about my thoughts don’t even understand at all. I know they don’t, and they don’t really know how to help either. If you want to talk, I’d like to share my thoughts and hear the thoughts of yours. Text me at 6028264775.

-Take Care,

A boy robbed of innocence by his curiosity, lost of his righteous path by his overthinking mind, and torn to shreds by his maleficent ways.