You are nothing. You are worth nothing. You will never accomplish anything. If the world ended today not one person would ever know your name. Pathetic.

Those are the words people have said to me all my life. Teachers, pupils, parents, siblings, employees. At no point in my life can I think of a single kind word said to me. Yet I go on. Pushing through the mud of life. Pushing on through the fear of living. Fighting against the bigger fear of death. Killing myself was an option but fear stopped me from following through with it. Fear is the only reason my heart still beats and my lungs draw in air. Alone is the way I walk through life. No one to talk to crippled by loneliness but unable to make a friend. Still, I live praying for a way to end it all or having my life ended.

Another day of being beaten by life and I'm sat in the dark of my house. Looking at five full bottles of pills. A bottle of...