Nothing

by Hnmw101

October 2, 2019

Sometimes I fantasize about my own death.

How much easier life will be for everyone around me.

How much better off my kids will be without me.

How my dad will have no more hate to hold onto.

My mom won’t have to feel guilty anymore.

And my partner won’t have to pretend for he sake of the kids anymore.

If I die, no messy breakups.

No custody battles

No more feeling like a burden

No more disappointment

No more fighting

Just peaceful nothing.

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Hnmw101Oct 2, 2019

Post pardom depression is a never ending battle. Never be afraid to seek help.sometimes writing my thoughts down makes everything easier to cope with. I don’t actually want to die. And I don’t ever plan to carry out my thoughts. Just needed an outlet to share my feelings.