
FuneralCry
Just wanting some peace
- Sep 24, 2020
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This is just another post about the same thing, I have said it all many times before. This is the truth for me, that nothing could ever make me not suicidal. Even if I could change things in many ways, if I could have the things others desperately wanted, I would still be sad. There would always be a deep emptiness that nothing could ever fill, as the truth is for me I want nothing from this life.
I could never be satisfied with living, how can people live without dread and anxiety for the future. All the negative emotions, dread, fear and despair will always be a part of me. I see no point to continuing this life, it is why I know that death is the only option for me. I wish my life was never a thing in the first place, it should not have been, from the start I have been cursed and it will only get worse. I exist but I see myself as being dead in a way, I have never really been alive.
I will never understand people who want to live and enjoy life. All people have to look forward to is old age and losing everything. Life itself is extremely depressing.
The night time used to bring me a little bit of comfort, but now it is all so sad. Days and nights are long. I always dream of death where I am free from all pain. I long for the pointless struggle called life to end.
I could never be satisfied with living, how can people live without dread and anxiety for the future. All the negative emotions, dread, fear and despair will always be a part of me. I see no point to continuing this life, it is why I know that death is the only option for me. I wish my life was never a thing in the first place, it should not have been, from the start I have been cursed and it will only get worse. I exist but I see myself as being dead in a way, I have never really been alive.
I will never understand people who want to live and enjoy life. All people have to look forward to is old age and losing everything. Life itself is extremely depressing.
The night time used to bring me a little bit of comfort, but now it is all so sad. Days and nights are long. I always dream of death where I am free from all pain. I long for the pointless struggle called life to end.