My death wish is the only constant thing through my life, bad days, good days, best days, my secret wish is always right here through all of them.
I have conquered most of the challenges that came my way through my 35 years yet my main goal still eludes me due to the knowledge of its consequences to others.
I don’t want to hurt those who care for me but on the other hand I live an unwanted (and empty) life because of them.
Should I estrange myself first? Is it better to be hated, missing, gone or plain dead? And why do I care for the difference, it’s just further torture.
I’m sure I’m not the only one.