I want to slip out of this world quietly.
I want someone to hug me one last time. Someone to tell me that I mattered to someone. That the pain I go through living was worth it to someone.
I want to go to sleep and never wake up. I want to have eternal rest. I’m tired. There’s no amount of sleep that will help.
I’m scared of living. I’m scared of dying. God help me, I know what the next step has to be. Please don’t judge me or my family for it.
I’m alone in the pain. I don’t have anyone I can have a candid conversation with about this. Even if I did, I’m afraid that there’s not much they can say to convince me otherwise. And I don’t want another person to feel guilty for not being able to save me. So I have to do this alone.
Just as I have lived, I shall die…alone.