As I lay in bed unable to sleep, I dream of it just ending. Slipping in to nothingness. No more fighting. No more sadness. No more being a burden on those I care about. I think about oblivion. I just want it to be over. I’ve fought for so long and now I’m expected to be grateful for scraps. I can’t do it. I want to be dead. I want to die. I just want to not feel any of this anymore.
The fear, the pain, the loss, the neverending emptiness. It’s all too much for one little brain to handle. I’m done