Sometimes I wonder why am I alive? Like what is my purpose in this world. I'm clearly an insignificant creature in comparison to everyone else so why am I still alive. It's not like I want to be alive, I'd rather be dead at least then everyone around me will be free. I feel as if I am a burden to others, my presence just causes them harm and sadness. Everyone would be better off without me I am simply not good enough. 2 years ago today I was having a bad day and yet nothing has changed my mental state is still terrible. I still want to die so what is the point to all of this? Perhaps I should just bleed out let death embrace me and get rid of any evidence I existed. I do more harm than good these days.
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Silent Plea
RandomMy deep dark thoughts when I'm at low points of my life, or just thoughts and tidbits in general
