I want to be dead. I have no one.
I want my life back to how it use to be. I used to laugh at the most random things all the time, I used to be happy without feeling guilty, my parents actually wanted me under their roof, I had friends & bestfriends. Now it’s a struggle to laugh & smile, I’ve been thrown out of home three times, and I’ve been told I’m an inconvenience to my family. This depression is eating me up inside, I feel like I have no one anymore & can’t trust anyone anymore. The scars on my arm, my thighs and my stomach remind me of how much shit I’m really in. I’ve asked for help but no one is willing to try and give me a chance. I feel lost and hopeless and the people I love walk out of my life like me or my problems don’t matter. Death is literally staring me in the face. I hate life & I hate living. No one should ever feel like that. I always help others when they’re in need, I try to be a good person, but I guess I just don’t matter to anyone anymore.
