Depressing Shit

Death

We are all gonna die.
What's the point of it all then?
We go through sadness, pain, heartbreak, bulling, and for what?
To die.
Painful or pain less doesn't matter.
After that we are gone.
Forever.
There's no going back.
And we went through every pain imaginable to get here.
So... Why?
Why do we put up with it?
Why do we deal with everything just to get nothing in return?
Occasionally but we have to work for it?
That's not fair.
We're working toward death.
And to get there, we have to die countless times.
That's why I'll take my own life.
I don't want to work toward it.
I don't want to face more pain than I already have.
I don't want to feel the burn in my wrist, the warm on my face, the cold of the lockers. I don't want to feel a fucking thing.
At one point music helped.
But now I just hear head-pounding noise, my screams, a cry for help drowned by other's needs.
Put others before yourself they say.
I do that too much.
When I was crumbling it was because I was taking pieces of myself to fix everyone else.
Like a building to make a new one you have to tear one down.
But what happens to the old building?
It's forgotten.
So you will to forget me.
We are just like the buildings.
Eventually we help someone by breaking ourselves.
We are slowly crumbling.
There's no point.
Someone comes to take our place.
We're all going to die.
So... I'm not going to wait to find out how, when, or why.
Goodbye.