Not coping I can't take this anymore. The only reason I'm not killing myself is because I promised not to hurt myself, and because I don't want to hurt those people who care about me.
The world is a horrible place. A corrupt, cruel, evil place that will one day destroy my soul. I don't want to be here.
I will never fit into the human race. I am a stranger on my own planet.
Every day, I suffer through this endless, unbearable pain. Somebody, anybody, kill me- please. Give me peace, solace, an ending.
--- Can you see me slowly dying? Can you see me fading away? Do you see the corpses that walk the streets? Will you even notice when I disappear?
Re: Not coping To give some idea of my mental state: if I had not promised not to hurt myself, I would be either dead or hospitalised for suicide attempts.
--- Can you see me slowly dying? Can you see me fading away? Do you see the corpses that walk the streets? Will you even notice when I disappear?
