Given-up

I give up ! There’s no hope anymore, everything I do is futile and I’m too lonely. Life keeps playing tricks on me; I would be fine one morning, then, almost out of nowhere, I wake-up to something terrible, and I’ll be sitting there wondering why it happened.

I’ve had enough. I don’t know what the end will be; I think it may be suicide; cutting myself looks so good right now, I had resisted doing it for a long-time.

I’m so sick of people, I’m sick of my self, I’m bored of life.

If you’re out there, God, just kill me already you fucking prick…At least make it painless: Kill me in my sleep.