Psych0

Help me. I don't want to breathe. I hate my life Hand me a knife. Hand me that gun. Please someone. I'm lost. I feel like trash you can just toss. Replaceable. Erasable. I'm exhausted from hurting. I'm suffocating, suffering, burning. I have no friends. Alone to the bitter end. This is all just a game, that I must play. And no one cares if I wake anyway. I give up. I've had enough. Break the controller. Game over.