I hate my life. Every day I muster up all the strength i can find within myself to drag me up from the bed and put my feet on the floor. But I really just want to cover up my head and lay there until I stop breathing and my heart beats out its final farewell rhythm. I don't wish to be here because there is no true happiness here for me or else I would have by now discovered it im sure. People don't feel and love like I do these days and I feel like i don't belong and am definitely not wanted by the majority vote. So i ask a perfectly logical question, what purpose does my continued torment serve in a world so overflowing with total apathy towards others? So why can't i go?

By: D.C.