I found this piece of paper with some of my thoughts messily jotted down on it.

I’ll tell you why I’m sad.
It’s because every minute of every day is like a living Hell.

It’s because I feel worthless, annoying,
over-looked, and desperate.

I’m sad because sometimes I don’t want to be alive.

I don’t want to keep going,
keep trying,
keep crying.

I feel selfish, pathetic.

I don’t try to be this way.