Please note, I am safe and doing well with zero plans to do anything harmful or any intention. ☺️ This is some writing I did not long ago. I wish to share it so everyone knows that you’re not alone in such struggle and thoughts, even if it’s extreme like this may seem....
How long will it take for this to end. Why was I born with my feet chained, grounded by my thoughts, despair and depression, yearning with all that I have to have a chance to escape, to fly out there into a better place.. Instead, I rot, I become less human day by day; slowly turning into a mouldy hollowed corpse, the one of which I feel like. l've grown so accustomed to it that when someone looks at me I believe they are making fun of me, or simply looking at something behind me. Why would they look at me - there’s nothing to see but failure. Happiness… love… friendships…relationships - what a strange concept to me now, a burst of happiness is the best I get. Living feels like nothing but killing time until my guaranteed demise… while writing this bound by the sheets of my soon-to-become coffin, I realise that life gets harder each day, being trapped inside a mental cage ignited by despair and depression. Will I ever be happy? Will I find peace of mind? I don’t know, I don’t want to know. I go out into the sunlight and feel its warmth, whilst the gaping desolate hole in my chest doesn’t shine like the rest, the sun illuminating my loneliness, making it all the more desolate. I’m losing my strength. I have no drive to do anything, I am constantly tired and losing a battle within my own mind. The constant reminders that I am failing, of my failures, I am nothing, rotten, forgettable, like a flower during winter, the stem of my heart dying, but I look fine, as if nothing is ever left broken. Il’l finally be okay when I feel the pressure of dirt on my chest and the worms eating my body, the relief I will feel from knowing that it’s all over.
So I ask again, how long will it take for me to end this living hell...