I am just a wretch, there is no hope for me.
I just want to fade away, I don’t know how much longer I keep up the fruitless fight. I’ve always told myself “just keep walking “ regardless of what happens but you can only walk for so long until your legs eventually give out. I feel like I’m living on borrowed time and the voice in my head likes to berate me endlessly about how pathetic and useless it is to keep fighting. I don’t believe anyone can help me, I was supposed to die at 16 but my girlfriend managed to give me 8 more years. I don’t think I’ll make it past 24 and when I do finally go no one will be at my grave but I’m okay with that. I was never destined to know peace and happiness yet that is what I have yearned for all my life.
I am just a wretch though and through and I think everyone around me will be happier once I’m gone. I don’t even know why I try to fight it, I agree with the voice in my head about it being hopeless.
I know no one really cares about me so I’d probably be doing the world a favour by never waking up again.