There is nothing left inside me. I had a small hope in this world, it is gone. I’m exhausted, don’t want to talk. I lost feeling. I feel nothing only despair. I’m not disgust how things can go, and how I face this evil world. I’m not surprised. I always expected the worse. I saw a lot and had to deal with the worst humans. I have been under the wheels. At the bottom of the hole. I can’t fall deeper. It’s over. No one understand. Like a cockroach, I have been smashed like there was no one inside. I lost purpose to live. It is just pain and hell for me. There is nothing to feel happy about taking another breath in this. There is nothing. It is just dancing in a circus around monsters. If you read this. Know that it is just a matter of time for me, to do it. There is nothing stopping me, except fear. I will defeat it soon. I will be in peace and I will feel nothing. I won’t exist, but it’s better than living like this. Life isn’t a prize for me. It’s a complete madness. This is a suicide note. If you are concerned how someone can kill themselves.