As I vent about what’s going on within me. Currently, I’m raging, yelling, and screaming at the top of my lungs But as my friends look at me and ask how I feel, I tell them I’m good, I tell them I’m okay. However, in reality, I’m hurting inside. I’m working on dying and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop this feeling. I recently came back from the psych-ward not to long ago, I felt meaningless. The dialogue in my mind on the daily ranges from “why am I alive, why do I exist, why is my happiness so short lived?” I don’t care anymore, I don’t want to live anymore, just tell my family that I truly love them. Till next time, hopefully I’m alive by then.