I can't do this anymore. I'm at the end of my rope. No one will listen to me. I tried talking to two of my friends but they either were way too insensitive or didn't understand. I have no support. I could slip away in an instant and not a soul would notice. I'm completely alone in this. I'm won't be worth anything until I'm dead. It's the end of the rope for me. I'm done. Going, going, gone. Forever. All I wanted was a friend to talk to and who would listen. I guess dreams don't always come true. I guess this is what I get for trying to be a nice person. Depression, depression no one knows about. I guess I will always suffer, suffer in silence. I'm a worthless nothing. I have yet to find a good reason to stay here. Alive, I mean. All that's left of me is my rotten, maggot infested heart. It's worthless, just like me. I don't think one person I've ever known has ever genuinely cared, even for just a minute. No one can tolerate my existence, now I can't even stand the thought of being here. This is my last "cry for help".