I hate it here.
I think being alive is my biggest fear.
I really, really want to leave and vanish into the callous clouds, that never seem to be alone.
I feel like my human-side is falling of my bone.
I wish I was enough for anyone.
But the people call me ridiculous for wanting to be gone.
I wish I was better.
Due to my loneliness, I had written the letter.
I wish I was prettier.
No, I really don't want your pity.
I wish I had talent.
No, I really want to be good in anything.
For years, these ill thoughts have been roaming around and rotting my brain to death.
I think I don't deserve to live and maybe this is my last breath.
Now, people always say, that they love me, but it has come so far, that not even they believe it.
I have to admit, I never really quit the slits.
I just wish to fulfil my purpose as a human.
