Why am I writing these lines? I know I could never do it. Or can i?
Nothing is there to hold me back, and nobody can stop me.
It is truly my decision. Maybe the only one that I actually have a saying in. everyday the same thoughts again, the same pain. Does it ever stop? Even if I do it, will it be over? It better be. I can’t think of anything worse than this. Life, death, or in between. Maybe the question I should be asking is why? Why is this all happening to me? What have I done that is so bad to deserve this? Nothing. Exactly, I have harmed no one, never caused pain to a soul, and will continue to cry for the bitterness of others. I am a fool. Maybe I deserve to die, who knows? Right now I am emotionless, as I am writing what I know is my destiny. Tomorrow I will cry again, and the day after. There is no escape, I might as well embrace reality. The reality which everybody refuses to see in this world. That life isn’t worth living. Really, who can argue? Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die…