Is it normal to want to end your own life when everyone abandons you?
I am falling apart.
I am contemplating suicide.
For 21 years I have been headstrong.
It is all adversity.
It's an obstacle to get over.
Every day I smile and take a breath and say today's going to be great. I look at all my advantages instead of disadvantages in life, however after 21 years of a series of unfortunate events I grow ever so tired of feeling this way. Stay strong and stay positive.
I am completely independent.
My father has done some inhumane things to me.
My Mother lives of the government or when I was a child, me.
My biological family knows I am intelligent and that being homeless is my only option.
From the Betrayal family I disowned, to the orphanage they put me in, and through the fire I came out with scars of torture that they bestowed upon me.
I am done trying to be happy with myself.
Happiness is a persona I have been using for a long time and it makes me delusional.
How can someone who feels nothing anymore feel happiness?
I want to cry and just bleed out emotions.
I fear that in this selfish world you need to control your feelings and just keep to yourself.
I survived worse things than a holocaust and now back on the streets with no family and no love in this world.
Everything is so cold... is there a point in this madness we call living?
We are born to die.
My life is a poetic tragedy.
I am ghost who can't hurt anybody, can't feel anything, and has no soul.
I do not lead the victim life.
I am not here for pity.
I have tried to do this on my own.
I just lost faith that its worth it anymore.
Going to school to get a better job.
Trying to find work while homeless.
Nobody is hiring a nobody like me.
Who cares if I do not eat?
Who cares if I sleep in stalls for rest?
Are we living or just surviving?
I am not desperate for love. I do not need it. I could live alone on this earth for the rest of my days.
I am hungry for happiness and gave my last breath to motivate others with my courage.
I am no hero. I do not know if I am human anymore. I think I am a monster or a ghost.
My life has been nothing but torture and damnation.
I am restless and I can not find the will to proceed.
I am just an empty husk doing what society wants me to do until I collapse.
Sexually,Physically,Emotionally,Mentally abused on most intensified levels that humans can endure.
I am only 21 years old and got rid of my family and friends for neglecting and abandoning me.
I am on the run fighting to live one day in a home of my own with children and a wife.
I am homeless, loveless, jobless, and lifeless.
I am strong I know that already.
I can get through this I know that too.
I know that people admire my strength and courage.
Sometimes its like I feel that I am just living for society.
I am living because society wants me to go on.
What is the point to all of it?
The fact that I am special unique?
What?
I lost faith in god and I am going to hell for my beliefs.
I hope that my life won't be nothing but torture and damnation to look forward to.
Life has not given me a break unless it was a heart or a leg.
Do I live so I can see how my story unfolds?
I already know the ending.
I die because it was destiny.
I am merely here to inform you that I am going on empty.
I am just living to survive and the worst days are tomorrow it seems.
I do not need anybody in my life to make me happy.
I do not need you guys to try to fix what is destiny.
I am just letting you know of my pain and suffering because its a story of survival and not death.
In the end though we lead to that path of death.
I will be happy to embrace it when the time comes.
I am in no rush to end my story.
I want to feel that I am happy and truly happy and not fooling myself and trick myself to be happy.
I feel like when I say I am happy I am delusional.
Writing is the only way I know how to express myself.
It is the only way I know how to feel anymore.
I show you my feelings in words that are a mere shadow of the actions that took place.
I am just here to exist and nothing more than to be.
I do hope that one day that diamonds start appearing in the rough.
Sometimes life is meant to be damnation and torment for some people.
I have come to terms with this notion that not everybody is entitled to be happy and some choose to neglect those in need of assistance.
Nobody is obligated to help anybody.
I have endured this torture and live on until death do I fade into black again.
100 years or more from the day that I die my struggles forgotten and my misery put to ease.
I know that one day misery will end.
I just hope it will not fall on the day of my death.
Happiness is only a flicker of a thought, concentration on living is my only priority even though I have no idea why I pursue living.
Perhaps I linger on because I find hope that one day things could change.
I am live life and struggle to have happiness and peace.
I am a good man who is not desperate for anything, and merely desires to be happier.
Despite this all I just embrace the rainy days and hope for sunshine in a seemingly never ending storm.
I do appreciate when someone recognizes my emotions through writing and mere words.
I learned how to communicate my thoughts through atmospheric writing.
If I concentrate hard enough on writing I could take everyone down to where I fought through this hell I endured.
I think it is rather more important that I do not have to pain you through detailed descriptions of my endured torture.
I mean literally torture.
I could tell you more about the orphanage.
I could tell you more about the family that tortured me.
I could tell you that they electrocuted me and burned me.
The screams of a child are still present only in my past.
The hopes of feeling better and the genocide of an innocence in my childhood brought only strength and numbing from my tears.
I fear that my future might end up getting worse as insane as it may sound.
I fear that despite everything I went through that there is still worst to come.
I am prepared for the demons and I am prepared to be engulfed in the black darkness once again.
I hold on to the hope that I can start a family and be a father one day.
Show love and compassion to those that deserve and appreciate me.
Misery could be history or this could be the start of the most brutal survival story.
Homeless without any family, shelter, or food.
I still purse a career and a home to live in.
My dreams are the only thing keeping me together.
My dreams are the things I never want to stray from.
I am just afraid I won't wake up one day because of it all....