I know it.
It’s best if I just left.
If I died.
It’s calmer.
No shootings.
No suicidal thoughts.
Just peace and quiet.
I just want to die.
But no one is letting me.
I just want to go home.
Get away from reality.
I hate reality.
It’s scary.
It’s painful.
I know I should grow up.
That I’m never going to be a kid forever.
But I can’t handle adulthood.
I know I’ll die.
Get too stressed.
Get pushed around.
Even edging closer to death from suicide.
I hate this.
I hate my life.
I hate reality.
I hate myself.
I want to commit.
I’m a loser anyway.
No one cares.
That’s great.