I used to believe,
someone is out there for everyone.
Now I know,
its just a delusional lie...
Something to keep us here,
in this unfogiving world.
In this world without happiness,
in this world of pain and suffering.
There is no one who will ever care.
No one who will ever save me.
If they say so, its a lie.
How could it be true?
I look at the ways out.
I cant find many that I can do.
No bridges here.
Nothing to cause a painless departure.
Nothing nice.
Everything cold and unforgiving.
Nothing is left.
What is Hope?
That doesn't exist anymore.
It left long ago.
But who was there when I discovered how it felt to be unwanted?
How it felt to realize that leaving would make the ones you loved happy?
To realize they wouldn't miss you?
That you caused the problems in their lives?
Who stood by me when I realized my only real friends are imaginary?
That this world Im living in is all built around my stories I write on a different account?
Who was there when my world shattered?
I've never known how it feels to be loved.
To have someone think you're perfect.
To not have everything you do be wrong.
I've never known how it feels to have someone love me for who I am,
not who they think I should be.
Or who they think I used to be.
There's noone who can save me.
Anyway,who would care enoough to even give me a second glance?
I am just a waste.
So what am I still here for?
Nothing.
Thats right.
Nothing.
I don't have anything to live for anymore.
My family hate me.
My friends use me.
I'm slowly dying anyway.
I can't actually eat anything anymore.
I can't sleep more than two hours each night.
My brain is slowly shutting down.
Why not speed the process up?
If you're reading this, I'm sorry.
You don't have to care.
This is my way of prolonging my own existance.
Keeping myself here another few days.
Withholding release.
A form of punishment.
For destroying the lives of the ones I used to love, but will not miss.
I don't love them anymore,
Why should I?
If you are the only person on this cold, hard world who cares,
Don't find me.
If you are reading this,
it means It's too late for me.
I'll still be alive for another year or so, but there is no help anyone can give me.
You win, Universe.
I cant be saved.
My soul is dead already.
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Many teenagers feel this way. You know what this is saying, right?
FIX THIS MESSED UP WORLD!!!!!
