Today, the 20th day of the 10th month of 2019, I decide to share my pain with whoever may come across this. I need help, help that I know I'll never receive. Im drowning in my own sorrow, Im submerged in my own anguish, and Im tired. Tired of pretending, tired of feeling. Im tired of breathing, Im tired of waking up every morning to the same pain. I used to think I deserved more but honestly why? Why do I deserve more than anyone else? Im not special, one day Ill die just like anyone else here. I deserve everything Im given. I deserve this pain I feel. I deserve depression. I deserve death.
