The world is a really bad place to be different...
Why isn't a place for people like us, the ones who
sometimes don't like to live any more...
I wonder if there is a place for us, after we finally go.... will
we feel better there or will we feel the same; alone, isolated,
unloved, unimportant, just plain done with using all your strength
to even breath because even that has become too hard.
I sometimes am just so ready to die, but then i think of the few
people who would notice my vauge precense of warmth in ther lives,
annd i think, just one more day
over and over again until i am strong enough to still
breath.