I'm done. I've realised there is no hope, there is no plan, there is no way to fix what I'm feeling. It feels like I can't breathe anymore.
I don't have a way out of this.
Throw me in the bin with everything else thats unwanted and unneeded. It's where I've always belonged anyway, it should have happened a long time ago.
It's okay, I already know that in the end, i never mattered.