Exit?

The walls are closing in on me once again, and I feel as though I am suffocating. I’ve been trapped in this seemingly never ending abyss for just over eight years now, and everything seems to be getting worse. I have nothing to contribute to the world, except my death. Day in and day out, I have to force myself to get out of bed, and put on a happy facade. Putting on this facade is becoming increasingly difficult to do, and I just want to give up. I do not want to live. I am nothing but a disappointment to those that around me anyways, so hopefully my death can set them free from the burden that is me. Feeling hurts. Living like this hurts, and what’s the point anyways? I am never going to be the person that I once was. I cannot be the person that everyone expects me to be. I cannot contribute anything meaningful to the world. I have ruined my life. My thoughts have ruined me, and there is no climbing out of this hole that I have dug myself into. I hate myself. I am a failure. I could exit this world, and no one would notice, no one would even care….