That seems to be the question I ask myself the most.

Try to look after myself. Why bother?
Take my meds. Why bother?
Schedule another therapy appointment. Why bother?
Go to work and do a good job. Why bother?
Do things I enjoy/see friends. Why bother?

Why bother with anything? Why bother when almost every moment is filled with thoughts of suicide? Why even bother keeping on when I could just give up now? I feel so done, with everything. I don't want to be here anymore. I do not want to live anymore.

Why bother to keep on breathing? There isn't a place for me in this world.