even though i’m suicidal i don’t really want to die…
if i were to die it wouldn’t really matter,the earth would still spin and the birds would still sing, hardly anyone would miss me (maybe my family would)
i am a nobody it’s almost as if i don’t exist…
half the people in this world don’t even know i exist, i’m not important…
nobody doesn’t need me or really care about me…
I sick of being myself ,I wish I was never born…
nobody understands me,nobody feels what I feel…
I’m always alone ,whenever I feel sad nobody helps me…
what’s the point of living if I’m going to die anyway…
when I die […]
 Memories are something where you can not escape. Haunt you day and night. They make you relive every pain they caused. They dont let you sleep, eat, think. You feel like they are stabbing you again and again until you can not breathe. Tears run down your cheeks. Makes you do crazy things where eventually you will find out that it was not your intention of doing them. And so it will continue for the rest of your days. Waiting for the day that someone will save you. And avoid falling again.
