A lot of bad things have happened to me all my life. It was always more bad than good. But there was some good. I've wished to die and be put out of my misery since I was a child. But I always recovered and had hope. Maybe I'm thinking better about my past than it really was because of how bad my life is now. I don't know. I wish I could go back and change things so that my life would be better. That's impossible.
I don't see my life as something I can keep going though. I don't have the strength to keep living. After all the bad things in my life - forced to leave my home country with better opportunities and my friends, disowned by my family, losing my hopes and dreams and living in poverty while being treated like garbage everywhere I go. Seeing almost everyone I knew having happy, successful lives....I can't stand the thoughts that I could have had those things too, but this world is determined to beat me down no matter how hard I work.
I was ripped away from my home, my family, my friends and my life only to exist as a broken person. Yes, there are people who care about me, would miss me and don't want me to die. There are only 3. But the sadness, misery and wishing for my old life that I'll never get back is too much for me to live with.
When I finally fall asleep after crying myself to sleep I get some peace from this world (as long as I don't have nightmares which is very rare), I wake up and remember that this is my life now and I just want to die. I cannot handle it. Not physically, mentally. I have no more hope. I'm hanging on by.....I don't even know. By my best friend I've ever had in the world telling me she needs me.
I don't see my life as something I can keep going though. I don't have the strength to keep living. After all the bad things in my life - forced to leave my home country with better opportunities and my friends, disowned by my family, losing my hopes and dreams and living in poverty while being treated like garbage everywhere I go. Seeing almost everyone I knew having happy, successful lives....I can't stand the thoughts that I could have had those things too, but this world is determined to beat me down no matter how hard I work.
I was ripped away from my home, my family, my friends and my life only to exist as a broken person. Yes, there are people who care about me, would miss me and don't want me to die. There are only 3. But the sadness, misery and wishing for my old life that I'll never get back is too much for me to live with.
When I finally fall asleep after crying myself to sleep I get some peace from this world (as long as I don't have nightmares which is very rare), I wake up and remember that this is my life now and I just want to die. I cannot handle it. Not physically, mentally. I have no more hope. I'm hanging on by.....I don't even know. By my best friend I've ever had in the world telling me she needs me.
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