I’m tired of surviving each day, when I know that the next day will be the same. I’m amounting to nothing, and I’m the only one to blame. How much longer will I last here, I’m holding on to my last hope. Inch by inch, getting closer and closer to the end of my rope. Will I ever be okay again? This has been going on for years. Just looking to the days ahead has my eyes filling with tears. My thoughts are loud and evil, they tear me up inside. And I know I am alive, but I feel as though I’ve died. But can I even say that, for I feel nothing at all. It’s in these dark moments that I wanna throw my fist through the wall. Sometimes it seems like the only way to end this war inside, is to put it to it’s final close, through suicide.