I stopped constantly and gave myself the hope that someday everything would change that life would make sense that someday I would be meaningful to someone.That's why I did not die. Hope was the only thing that made me not give up life, and now the only thing that stops me is the people who call me mad, who fascinated me that suicide is bad. Without even suspecting that life for me has been dead since I was born.You can not kill me again even if you want me, I'm dead already. Suicide will just make me happy because I can be sure I will never suffer anymore. If someone really cares about how I am, please scream SELF! Then I will know that you really care about how I am, not what others think. Others want to just exist without feeling life.
