I don't know how many times I've been told that I should kill myself.
I agree with them.
It's not that I don't enjoy living. Honestly, I do. But no one wants be to here so why should I be? The whole point of life is the live and love. If there's no one that loves you, gives a shit what happens to you, then why should I even try?
I can see it in people's faces as I come near them or I look in their direction. Their voices turn strained and their smiles fake and conversations swerve.
I'm that extra puzzle piece that exists in case you lose one of the others. Unneeded and rarely called for. I'm a surplus. I'm not wanted or needed. It's not like if I die anyone will be overly affected. I mean they might cry for maybe a couple days at most because they feel as though they had to, because life felt weird without me there to beat down and insult. But eventually, and quickly, they would get over it and life would go back to normal.
If anything it would be better.
I don't want to be a part of a world that doesn't want me in it.
I don't want to be a part of a world that's better off without me.
I'd rather die where I was left in peace, away from the fakeness that suffocated me and the sharp tongues that wished to cut me.
Death can't be that bad anyway.
People do it all the time.
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Faking Smiles
Short StoryI'm depressed. I'm unhappy. I want to die. The only thing stopping me from ending it all is pretending I'm okay until even I think it's true. But you wouldn't know that. Because you never bothered to ask. *Trigger Warning*
