I want to be dead.

This isn't a sick joke but life would go on with or without me, right?

I want to be alone. This isn't a good day.

Let me run away! If I run away would people even notice? If I killed myself would people even care?

Friends come and go. You are born alone and you will die alone.

The only thing that was keeping me alive is my grandma, my aunt, my mother, and my brother...
   But what if they don't care anymore? Then what is keeping me alive?

This life isn't meant for me. Why would you put me here God? I have done what I could and I am just not worth it.

I weep while writing this because I have been feeling like this since I was 10.

    What little girl is already thinking of death? Apparently me.

Would my friends even care?
     
God, I've been fighting and you know it I have but I don't think I have the strength to even do this anymore.
  Just
Let
Me
Go