I Wish I Was Dead

i wish i was dead

i wish i was dead

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I am nobody's priority

I am replaceable

I am the last choice when nobody else gives them the time of the day

I am a rag doll that everyone plays with and immediately gets tossed around

I am never good enough for anyone

I am an empty void that gets filled until someone better comes along

I am an addon

I am forgettable

I am just a placeholder and that's how it always is going to be

But you all know that one day I will die by suicide. You all know deep down you just haven't accepted it yet. I wasn't made for this world of endless suffering.

wow this is too intimate to share with my close friends or family let me put this on my tumblr blog for hundreds of strangers to see

I always see people who have gone through way worse stuff than I have and they don't even seem like half as bad of a person as I am now. That makes me wonder, am I just choosing to be this way? What if I'm just a bad person?