Life is fair in its impartiality. No matter how hurt you’ve been someone has had worse… but it doesn’t feel that way does it?

It feels like the world has gone dark, your insides go numb, your chest grows heavy, your mind slows…

You start to lose feeling of the world around you, in destitute of hope, gone is your want to be happy because with it, all the hurt only ruins it, making everything worse.

Don’t play the victim because life dealt you an unfair hand they say, well to those people, fuck you. The day you’ve gone through what I have, moment for exact moment, look me in the eyes, and can even think of forming the words “keep going,” is the day I will.

I don’t want to hurt, you don’t want to hurt, animals don’t want to hurt, it’s simply a different outcome for me. You are too scared of dying and nothing coming after while I… I would gratefully accept my rest, and so I go to seek it out.

I’m not mad at any of you for not understanding, I am mad that you think this is something that can be so easily fixed though. I was in that situation more than half my life, and you expect a quarter of that time to fix it?

-Love, or don’t, your ever-disappointing adopted son.

P.S… I’m sorry.
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“That’ll work. Now I won’t have to be here any more. Oh, and would you look at that? 12:01, I can finally say I’m seventeen now, what a way to go out, huh?”

And with that, he leaned over the side, the wind whistling in his ears. Soon his pain would be gone… he, would be gone from this miserable place.