Lost Soul

Can I not do this year? I don’t see myself making it very far. I don’t know what I want to do anymore. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. I am so ungodly stressed you may not even have a slightest clue. I’m so fucking sad, I don’t want to be here. Everyone is so mean to me about my flaws, my past. I understand I have sins,  I made mistakes. I’m so sorry. I know I will be forced to have them on my shoulders until I am dead, I don’t want to worry you. Or anyone. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just don’t want to be In this room, in this house, in this town. 

I want out, I want out of this world so badly and I don't know what to do, you tell me you are here but I know when stress gets to be too much you are going to leave me. you will leave. not what if. will.