I lie there. Thoughts running through my head all day. Minutes go by... hours go by... It feels like everything is sped. No one cares, no one ever did, I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm too skinny, I'm lazy, I'm dramatic, I... Am... Worthless. I can't do anything right. I can't even take myself living anymore. I hate everything and everyone. My life is horrible. I belong in hell. Where everything... Everyone... Has done something wrong... Something that made us get the best life where everyone that didn't care about us is gone... Living with angel's. Living with God. The one person who had a chance to turn our lives around... And chose not to.
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If I Go
Teen FictionSuicide, the only thing that will take me out of my misery, will anyone miss me when I go??? I'm told I'm lazy, I am ugly, I'm so dramatic, and definitely a dumbass. Well no one will miss me when im gone...