It's not that I only don't think I have a future. I can't imagine a future that works. Everything I see a few years from now is... Bleak. I see people making plans and looking forward and I envy them. I envy the fact that they have the opportunity and strength and the capability of wishing for something for themselves. I can't do any of them, and it makes me bitter I know that.
I know the possibilities and probabilities for my life. I know myself well enough. Unless a miracle happens... It hurts thinking about it.
I'm seeing my life slowing trapping on a corner, with the only escape being the abyss. I mourn myself and I mourn what will never be. And this is painful because no one around me understands this silent despair.
For now I'm living day by day, trying to not see the obvious wall I'm going to crash against, and wishing with everything I have, that life or my body just gives up on me once for all.
I hope I won't wake up tomorrow. After all, It's all meaningless anyway.
I hope one day I have enough strength to do it myself, I don't want to suffer more, I don't want to break myself more. To see my soul shatter in more pieces. I don't want to lose the bit of myself I still have.
I know the possibilities and probabilities for my life. I know myself well enough. Unless a miracle happens... It hurts thinking about it.
I'm seeing my life slowing trapping on a corner, with the only escape being the abyss. I mourn myself and I mourn what will never be. And this is painful because no one around me understands this silent despair.
For now I'm living day by day, trying to not see the obvious wall I'm going to crash against, and wishing with everything I have, that life or my body just gives up on me once for all.
I hope I won't wake up tomorrow. After all, It's all meaningless anyway.
I hope one day I have enough strength to do it myself, I don't want to suffer more, I don't want to break myself more. To see my soul shatter in more pieces. I don't want to lose the bit of myself I still have.



