Not Worth It

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been suicidal. Life’s been hard since birth afterall. I never went through with attempting anything though because there was always the smallest sliver of hope to hold onto. I never stopped to think how pointless it was however. Hanging on to false hope is incredibly cruel to the soul. It only sets you up to be crushed again and again. To fall down back into the pit where you started, and to resubmerge into the continuous pain and suffering that’s all too familiar. Its exhausting.  I’m at my breaking point.