I thought I am doing well, despite of having difficulties along the way,

I still managed to get through them. But I guess that's just a life teaser for me.

And I thought I finally have someone, who is a great listener to me.

Someone that I can depend on. But I am wrong again.

Maybe I wore him out with my constant stress.

That person is not to be blamed. Because the useless one is me, myself.

My life is not worth living.

Sometimes, I don't even wanna die, but there's something

deep inside insists me that I should.

Being useless and helpless, I just wanna die.