Let it end.

Why can'I let myself be happy?

Why must everything be laced with the dark bitterness of pain?

I'm on the edge of giving up. I am ready to die... as selfish as that sounds.

I'm not strong enough to live.

So... I have numbered my days. I really can't do this anymore. It feels as if the longer I exist in my current state, the more I'm hurting my parents.

I don't want to cause anyone anymore pain.

It's so hard to believe that I've retreated to thinking like this again. I really thought I was better than this, but I guess not.

I don't want to wake up anymore...