I'm alone.
By myself.
Stuck.
In the dark.
All alone.
No one around me understands.
No one gets it.
No one gets the fact that I don't want to be here.
They get it but they don't.
They get the part that I don't want to be here.
But they don't understand that I'll do absolutely anything to end it.
Any possible way to kill myself, I'll try it.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I've lived a good life.
But I'm ready to go.
This sucks.
Waking up and doing the same routine.
Feeling the same way.
Having the same thoughts.
I'm at a dead end.
And I have no where else to go.
I'm hit rock bottom.
And I'm down here by myself.
I started to shut down yesterday.
It's not going good.
I'm putting on an act like I'm okay.
Just so people won't worry as much.
But my head is still in the clouds.
Empty.
I'm numb.
I don't feel a thing.
Nothing.
I want to feel something.
I want to feel love.
I want to feel care.
I want to feel sad.
I want to feel something.
Anything.
But I can't.
And I won't.
