I’ve suffered for so long. And everyone just watched. They told me to keep fighting. It’ll get better or so they thought. But now my life is halfway done and the only memories I have are either painful or numb. So finally I have decided to end the pain. A blade that glided. Across the skin that had been abused, ignored and told to die by shrewds. A bottle or 2 whatever I can find I just need to end this fucking pain tonight. It’s selfish of everyone to wanna keep me around when they’ve only ever watched in silence as I’ve drowned.My father wished me ill. My aunt told me to go die. Tonight they’ll get their wish ill finally stop crying. I’ve done it all alone for all these years so I may as well let God if he even exists take me home.