Faite.
Lately, I've been thinking of the time I was suicidal.. There really isn't anything good about that time. I don't recall a happy moment or a time I smiled. I was just... Dead, I guess. I was literally numb to everything, I had no one to talk to. Im an only child with two parents that are gone. The only thing I have left are my thoughts.. which aren't good. I keep of thinking on that day.. maybe I should have continued to cut myself.. maybe I should have killed myself when I had the chance, I should have just grown some balls and cut my wrist in peace. I really don't feel like there's anything in this life for me. it's like one bad thing happening after the other to me.. I'm only 20 and I've seen life more than any 32 year old has.. and I hate that. Why does it have to be struggle after struggle for me? Pain after pain, disappointment after effort.. it's like God is giving me a sign to end my suffering.. to just go and be with my mother... Isn't death suppose to be peaceful? isn't heaven place to be one with yourself? I'm not sure but I'm curious enough to find out.















