thoughts

Ever since I can remember I’ve been blamed for everything I hate it because now every time something goes wrong I blame myself and feel like a damn burden growing up my parents worked more than they spent time with me or my brother I bottled everything inside I feel lonely all the time even when I’m around family or “friends” the thoughts of suicide get stronger I fear that one day even the thought of my 2 kids won’t save me I regret not putting a bullet in my head 10 years ago