Eccedentesiast.

Will you still love me when all I can offer you is darkness, infinite distance, and absolute silence?  Will you still hold me when annihilation breaths my name and an ice storm beats in my chest?  Will you still kiss me when my eyes are filled with shadows and all I crave is to forget?  Will you love me then, when I am lost beyond redemption, and death and desire become one and the same? 

*trigger warning*

I don't think I'd regret killing myself, I think I'd regret the pain it would cause others. I wouldn't regret what could have been or my "potential". But I'm trapped here. I fear failing, I fear the pain and loneliness of that last moment.

I'm really just considering giving up at this point

"Please, forgive me, I've got demons in my head. Trying to eat me, trying to feed me lies until I'm dead."

“Just fake a smile, fake a laugh, fake everything you can, you know nobody cares, nobody wants to deal with how miserable you really are”

"All these days have turned these months into a year. And I've been spending every second wishing I could disappear."