un named

Happines is a myth for me. I've tried so hard to be happy. I've tried not to hate myself, not to go to sleep dreaming of suicide, but I can't.

evil thoughts eat away my brain like tiny ants telling me that I can't do it anymore. I wander if there telling the truth. I feel like they are.

Salty tears put me to sleep every night.

I don't want it to be like this anymore. I'm trying hard to ignore every bad thing in this life, but somethings dragging me down ...