I could really use some help, for the saddest tears are the ones sobbed into the bend of your own arm. I have grown far too talented at silent weeping. I am at a loss as to what I am supposed to do from here, and I can feel Death creeping behind my shoulder. His cold touch is so close to my flesh, and I am so close to inviting him to bring me to his own realm.

I'm not contemplating suicide. Please don't think that this is what this is. I am just out of ideas, and I am so tired of being so constantly sad.