bungotburied

some people are truly not made to be loved, to be wanted, to be at the forefront. life’s natural plan leaves them lonely. fate took their shape and they can’t shake it off.

i am so undeserving of happiness

i want to be dead

no one wants me here

we’re so back (i’m in debilitating depression and i want to end myself)

i actually can’t remember how long its been since i started to be suicidal

will i ever stop wanting to kill myself?

nothing i do is ever good enough

one day i will be welcomed by the roots, alone as the day i was born

and after all, i’ll be there, the hint of violet in the sunset, the pinch of silver around the clouds, the sparkle in the ice, the vibrant hue of the spring trees. i’m not there now, but once i’m gone, i’ll be in everything i wished upon, everything you loved, i’ll try to impress you the way i can’t now, catch your eye, be the thing you point out to others

what an unnecessary waste of space i turned out to be

i won’t ever have someone’s heart

maybe in another life, maybe..

i truly believe i wasn’t made for this. i shouldn’t have been here this long