the truth about my nights are that I feel alone. It hits me in the face that I do not have love in any way or form from anyone. even being in a room with many people won’t help that. It’s actually more depressing.

people always say that they are not judge us and be there for us no matter what but were are they on nights like this? what are they doing when we’re fading slowly?

on nights like this I feel guilty for being alive. It sucks that I do not know how to change that. It only gets worse day by day and no one Is somehow noticing that I’m breaking apart.

I pray every day and night that lord to show me some light and an aim to live. I’m afraid that the idea of suicide will never disappear.

It is truly sad to think that way..