I am so done. I want it all to end. Life is not worth living anymore. I'm trapped in a loophole and the only way out is six feet under ground. Six feet under, six feet away from life. But six feet feels like forever. And I want to be forever away.
Yes, I want to die. But I also want to live. I feel like I'm selfish I don't have a reason to feel like this but I do. Even the girl who goes through the same things looks down on me. Like I'm not worthy of even being called depressed. I cant even label myself. Because no matter how crude someone would disagree.
People say that I will be fine, but will i? When every other thought that comes to mind is about dying, are you really okay? I don't like having to live on earth anymore.
Some say only angels hurt themselves. Because they are so broken by the world around them that their only dream is to go back to heaven. So maybe that's what I am. What we are. Tortured angels just trying to get back home.
