living in hell

I spend my days in hell every day I awake from a peaceful slumber. There's nothing in this world that can pull me out of this darkened hole. I can't help but wonder if anyone would ever love me. I mean how could somebody love a worthless no good little emo peace of shit like me. well I guess this is goodbye to think I actually thought I could be loved but, yet everyone I once have loved never really loved me at all. I grasped the rope I had in my hand and grabbed the razor blade on my sink. I cut my wrist maybe five or six times before I tied the rope around my ceiling fan and put the loop around my neck and dropped from the chair I was standing on. I am now truly at peace is what was written in the pool of blood underneath my now lifeless body.