Why am I even still here in this world? Honestly if I am not thinking about how sad and guilty you, my friends and family will feel if I suicide, I probably will have already ended my life. I am scared of doing it, but if I ever have a choice, I'll not choose to live. I hate suffering, so I'll choose the easiest, least painful way to do it.
I hate doing life so so much. No one would understand how painful this is. I don't want to go to sleep because I don't want to wake up and face that I have to live another day of life again. I wake up in the morning and the first question I ask is why am I still alive. Why do I still have to live.
There you go, the darkest voices in my head.
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