Please, someone, kill me.
The moments I feel most vulnerable, most suicidal, most depressed are usually ones were I scream at the top of my lungs to project hate and reject others. But then, after I let all of my pent up frustrations out, I regret what I have done. I feel guilty and sad that I hurt all of those around me. That I ruined their days and nights, that I drove them to leave. And then I feel sad, so sad I want to die. And when that happens, all I want is to be hugged tightly and told “everything is alright”. But at that point, I already shunned and shooed everyone who ever loved me away, and I am left all alone, wanting, praying, that someone will kill me.
