I really can’t handle the pain anymore. It’s like a black void in my chest that hurts but makes me numb at the same time.
I can’t take the constant tears. I don’t even know what it’s like to be “happy.”
I’m tired of feeling lost. I wish I could go home, but I don’t have one.
What’s the point? People tell you, “oh don’t kill yourself, you’ll just hurt those who love you,” but what about ME? I’ve been hurting! Why do I have to live in pain, just to satisfy others?
Why can’t I just disappear and make the pain stop, make everything stop?
After long years of struggling and it only getting worse, I’m done fighting. I will leave this world exactly 21 years after entering it. “Happy” fucking birthday!
I’m sorry to all those who cared to listen. I’m sorry I was never good enough. I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your expectations.
When I’m gone, please remember that this wasn’t your fault. One person can only carry so much.
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That’s what we all want, SinfulAngel…for the pain to stop. Not necessarily to die. Too bad that our options for peace seem so limited, huh. *hug*