"Everything heals with time."
It's been almost three years and it still hurts the same, if not more. I just don't understand. Why me? Why did I have to go through all of this? Life is so shitty. Nothing ever goes right for me. If I even feel an ounce of happiness something comes and sends it all crashing down.
It's exhausting. I'm just tired. Sometimes I just really want to give up. Give up on everything and everyone. Sometimes I even do. Sometimes I just stop. I block out everything and isolate myself. But that never helps. With silence comes the thoughts. Scary thoughts that no one should think. The ones that scare you so much you can't be alone anymore.
What constantly gets me is the feeling of being alone. I'm alone, there's no argument. I already lost the only person who actually cared about me. Cared whether I live or die. Cared whether or not I was okay. But that persons been gone for a while. At this point, I don't even care if I live or die. They both lead to suffering. It's all indifferent.
I just really need someone to come and take me out of my misery.
I've lost all hope, all faith. I have nothing going for me. I don't even know if I will grow old enough to begin my life. Who knows if I will survive that long. My life is hell on earth.
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ŞiirEverything written by yours truly. - I'm just going through some shit trying to get through it all alive. "Nobody's perfect" but they always expect you to be.
