Sometimes I feel sad, really sad. And Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, like tonight. I think about how I don't have friends; I think about how I've never fit in with a group I associated with. I think about how lonely I feel; I think about how I feel like a burden expressing my feelings and talking about how sad I am. Sometimes I think just disappearing or dying would solve the problem. Sometimes I wished I never existed. Sometimes...I wish I just stop breathing.
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