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I feel so lost watching everyone move on with their lives, get married, have kids, and get handed their own homes without working for it. I feel like I will never get out. I feel so fucking stuck and each day I slip closer and closer into my own depression and slip an inch further from being saved. Jay says he can't get a job because he don't have a licensce, but truth is he hasn't tried hard enough because if he did, he would of had a job by now... A YEAR LATER... and half the shit that is weighing on our shoulders would of been lifted. It just seems like everything is weighing down on us and it just keeps holding me under and drowing me in a pool of my own tears and solitude. I would give anthing to be out on mu own. I listen to every bitch and moan about how HORRIBLE their lives are and blah blah blah when the hardcore truth is I would give anything to have their life, be them, be in their place. It seems I'm never ever getting anywhere. I've tried since I was 14 to get out of here.. I HATE IT! Being around all this drama, all these nuts and trapped in ONE room unless I wanna deal with them. I have no permit, no job, a looser husband who if he accually tried could accomplish something but he won't get off his ass and try, when I know if he tried he could do it. I sit in pain all day everyday waiting and wishing and hoping for someone to save me or for GOD to let this illness stike me dead. I mean it would be a blessing for EVERYONE! I'm sick of sitting in ONE little room. It seems the walls are slowing pushing in on me, suffocating me. I hate everything and what I don;t hate I will evenutally hate. I cry everyday. I am seriously about to give ip on life, I don;t even know why I even hold on to the smallest bit of hope that things, someday may get better. They never ever do. Happiness is just an illusion, filled with sadness and confusion. Thing will never ever change. Every step we take forward we get thrown back 10 stps. And they wonder why most 19 year olds committ suicide. DAMN Matt was right I am 19 and I;m fucking worthless, I don;t have a job, my own place, my own kids, hell I don;t even have health insurence. I'm just a worthless piece of that that nobody honestly gives to flying fucks about. No one gives a fuck I'm in pain and could die any moment. Wish I would just fucking croak. I have that lump in my throat right before you cry. Dam'n now here comes the tears.I can;t handle the unbearable pain of life much longer. I will never be good enough. I am a piece of shit and thats how it is, mothing can change that, no matter how much I do good deeds and help others out. It don't matter no one wants to help me because there is no point in helping a piece of shit that will never amount to anything. I am slowly loosing my mind and it scares me. I don't know what to do anymore. I just feel my mind slowly slipping and I can't grab on to reality much longer. Reality is fucking harsh. There are far worse people in this world that was just handed things, handed a house, handed a kid, handed a car, handed a permit, handed a life. Me, I'll never have anything I want, or need for that matter. Why the hell did God just put me here to live a life of agonizing hell? I'm not even sure a God even exists anymore. I once believe with all of my heart and all of my soul that he did exist but things just get worse and worse. Wish I had my Daddy to confide in, to tel him how I feel, to get advice, and to seek comfort. He always knew what to say, and just how to make things better, and just how to help. I just wish I had something left in thos world to matter enough to keep me hanging on. I give ip I can't take life much longer. I don;t want to do it, but what;s the point in living if your not living? So many other people could do much better with my life, with my breath. I'm just wasting space and taking up oxygen. I don;t even know where to go, perhaps the ground , 6 feet under is where I can do the best. I'm he most depressed I've ever been in my entire life, and when I was 10 I thought things were bad. I knew back then things just get worse, and I know now. Sometimes I just wish I had ended it all then.
And today's Poem:Self Mutilation

.....: JUDGE ME ALL YOU WANT, JUST KEEP THE VERDICT TO YOURSELF! :.....
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