This loneliness is hard to bear
Wow there are so many rude, insensitive things and people. No wonder they survive because they dont give a fuck. Everyday its like something bad going on, its a fuckin war.
I finally found the power within myself to kill myself soon.
I feel like im dying. I feel like offing myself.
Im so dissappointed with myself and some other people
I cant stand some things, they are killing me, why cant l change them, why do l have to accept this shit
I cannot keep it up like this. I will kill myself soon.
I’m tired of being sad and lonely and having other problems too.
I feel like killing myself plus others
What can I do? I don’t want to take these pills anymore, they are killing me but in a way I am addicted to them. Is there any solution? I tried some, they don’t work. Nobody helps.
I cant take it longer. Either I change for better or Im gone.
Im going to share a case that happened. I cant believe it really happened, I dont know how it can happen in reality. This was news, I dont know the exact details. A mother with mental health issues fed her child for 21 years with milk and biscuits and the child remained retarded with the mind and body of a seven year old. Can you believe it? How come no one noticed or intervine for all those years and let it happen?
Too much loneliness and isolation in my life. I don’t like this place I live in, the people. I don’t know where should I go or what to do to live a better life.
Some people are cold, others more fiery, some are neutral. Some don’t really care about others. Some have more energy. Some are mean, others are a little better. Some are selfish, some care about others, or other lifeforms and things. People act in a more machine like way instead of being more humane, more life like.
How much longer will l hold on l dont know.
Sometimes l feel like killing some people
I dont know what I have to do to stop all this pain and suffering that l experience everyday. I wish l knew if there is a way out.
Nature’s Duality: for things to exist we need both good and bad. We can’t have only one or other.
Imagine if we could just die when we felt like it simply by thinking that we really wanted to. Or come back to life with the same method.
It’s like the universe does not want us anymore, time erases my memory, my sence, my lyrics, it changes my face, steals life’s meaning, it difuses the stress created by all of us, and behind him no keys, no doors remain, but you act like you’re gonna be here forever, you sit when you should stand up, you shut up when you should speak and you attack the people that love you believing that they wanna make you feel bad, it’s a crazy game in which like the rest you pretend that everything’s okay, and along with them you destroy the things that unite us, and I can’t remember my grandfather’s face and I feel bad but this is not my only regret because time is the perfect killer, it kills us with every inhaled breath, it makes us forget who we were, it makes others forget that we existed, he is the last witness, he knows life in it’s entirety but in the end the world will want to forget us and herself and then peace will come to stay.