What's The Point?

depression

I hate that I cant feel anything but everything at the same time.
I hate that I cant see certain things because of my depression
I hate being an attention whore.
Anything I do, everyone is looking at me
Anything i do is for attention and i dont want it to be like that
I dont want my brain
I dont want to live anymore
It's not a fucking brain anymore it's just mold
Mold growing everywhere
Especially in my mouth
Mold around the words and thoughts from my nonexistent brain
I'm mold and I don't deserve to keep growing
Someone please pour bleach on me
Maybe if I drank it
I'd stop