I want to die.
Why won't you just let me.
Living doesn't do any good for me.
I'm just bothering everyone just by living.
I'm not good at anything.
I have no worth.
I'm useless.
I'm garbage.
I'm trash.
Just living hurts.
I'm tired of smiling.
I'm tired of not being good enough for anything or anyone.
I'm tired of pretending to be happy.
What's the point?
I'm slowly going insane.
So why am I still alive?
Why are you stopping me from killing myself?
