Why is it that when you go to bed and wake up every morning wishing you were dead, never happy, and all alone; everyone still stops you from dying just to keep you around just to suffer? I made my mistakes but I can see it now and it seems its a cycle of loss, sadness ,and suicide. I do drugs because I'm alone and even that isn't enough. When I put myself out there I get no where but back home by myself and people still wanna keep me around? For what? Someone tell me why I am forced to live in a world where I have zero happiness.
