No one seems to truly care. It all seems like they superficially care and love me, but no one wants to sacrifice their time to help me in this crazy fast and lost world. You talk about depression and every body is like “Just be happy” or wants to give you tough love, as if that would help! I need somebody to walk it out with me, in person!
And then the subject of suicide is brought up and almost everybody says those people are cowards.
Look for help and all they wanna do is give you medication. I dont want medication, I want true love, help and patience!
Its like, I wouldnt be depressed or consider thoughts of suicide if people would actually be people and stop being so concerned about their own wealth and status and television and entertaining themselves and start being truly concerned about the poor, about the weak, about the lowly in spirit, who are all around them!!!
Everybody thinks its so easy to overcome depression. When you loose somebody like your mother to suicide, you feel as though everybody will desert you, which has been the case!!!
Family, friends, who are they to me? Since they leave me alone and are to busy to actually help.
Im freaking 22 years old and homeless. No one seems to care. They all say “I wish I could help” and then go on their marry little way. To concerned about themselves, and no one else. In a nation with so much wealth we are truly poor! I truly feel like I am in hell sometimes.
So maybe I should commit suicide, maybe its the answer. Since the world around me doesnt care, maybe commiting suicide would help some people see the true colors of the world around them, that they have created.
These are my, unedited, suicidal thoughts.