shantiful

In the dark is my safest place, because depression is my home, and I don’t know why I’m so worthless, but sometimes it’s the only thing I’ve known, I feel that if I die, maybe everyone will be happy, I don’t know what I did to my mom other than come out of her womb, but I hate having everyday pass where I feel like, she regrets my life, My dad always says he’s here and that he cares, but how can I trust you when you never commit to your word, Am I not good enough? What did I do wrong? I feel like my friends only stand next to me because, if they didn’t I’d probably kill myself, It’s when I