These thoughts…

[yyytry]

These thoughts, they just keep coming.
Day…
After Day.

They are in between every moment of logic and every breath.

I can try to shut it out. Weeks go by.
I buy into the distractions of the News.
Pretend to care in a post somewhere.

But suicide is my destiny. No matter the circumstance.

No matter what I build or imagine or design.
I'm heartbroken. The isolation is thick, a fog that envelopes me.

It's never good enough. I'm never good enough.

 

[FuneralCry]

It's true that there is no real relief from suffering in this hellish world, at least to me there could never be any peace as long as one exists here. Life really is so unnecessarily cruel and it's awful how so much endless torment exists here, but I wish you the best, it does sound really tiring what you have to go through.