She's not... Not at all.

Away. Away. Away.

I really really really can't do this any longer.

I feel weak.

I feel tired.

Tired of life.

Tired of myself.

Tired of being this fat me.

Tired.

Tired.

Tired.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

Dear humanity.

When people at my school joke about self harm and depression, it makes me mad.
They don't understand reasons behind it,
they don't realize that sometimes they push people over the edge,
they also don't realize that if they took a moment to look at me,
they would realize that I'm the "pathetic, selfish person" they've been joking about.

TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE, I'M DYING!

I WANT SOMEBODY TO REALIZE HOW 

I REALLY FEEL !!

I want him to know that I wanna die. 
That I wanna cut my wrists and 
just let life run out of them. 
I don't want to go on.
I don't want to live this life anymore.

Alone. Alone. Alone. And lost.