I'm not worth it.

Every day is a journey.

Every day I travel so far and so long.

Looking for something that I know isn't there.

Hope.

I cry at night thinking of how worthless I am.

I don't want to feel this way anymore.

I hope that one day I'd have the courage to do what he did.

To just cut myself till I bleed to death. To jump off a tall building and feel the breeze against my body. Or to point a gun on my head and pull the trigger.

I don't know what I'm scared of anyways I just feel this zeal in my heart that I can't explain.

It stops me when I try to kill myself.

I want to do it quickly and painlessly as much as possible.

I don't know how though...

This world is just not my place.

I don't belong here, you see.

Every single day that I force myself to live is just one more push to the edge.

I am so close to the end yet so far. 

Is there something wrong with me?