Maybe it’s better than sitting here doused in pain…?

Death is the only way out. Every person I meet leaves me in the end. Every one I’ll ever know will just throw me away, like the peice of shit I am. But I’ve been thinking… maybe this is a sign that I really don’t belong here, that I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t believe in heaven. I don’t believe in hell. I think when you cross to the “other side” you’re just dead, sitting 6 feet under. But being numb is better than the feeling of being stabbed I the heart, and when it’s over… it’s over. I don’t have to walk around in pain, the weight that I carry on my chest will be lifted… and my life will be set free.