Maybe?

I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this life. Wake up everyday and deal with the same things. I have learned recently what people really think about me. And I don’t want to be here anymore. I want the pain to end. I want this constant ache to just be gone. If I just end my life, my suffering ends and people can finally be happy. I’m useless to people, I don’t think anyone would really miss me. People would go through the motions of missing me but really, I just think they would go grieve me for the acceptable time and then move on as if it never happened. Think about me here and there because that is the acceptable thing to do. So what’s the point anymore. What’s the point in living a life where all you hear is what’s wrong with you, how you do everything wrong and how you can just completely change and maybe become a decent person. Why anymore. Why. I want this to end. And I think when you try and call the suicide help line and no one picks up its a sign.