I feel like I've been stuck, down in a hole, for most of my life.

I keep trying to have a life, but I keep falling down, and I just want to sleep.

I wonder what the point of life is, is it more than appreciating sunsets and flowers? I have little motivation or no motivation.

I feel ill, broken and like I shouldn't be around others when I feel down. People seem to avoid negative people anyhow.

And there's so much guilt on top of feeling so bad.

I want to run but I feel scared and that I have nowhere to go.

I've felt this for as long as I can remember.