Do you ever miss what you’ve really never had?

I sit alone on the roof tonight, cloaked with sadness and scarfed in lonliness but they do nothing to warm me up and instead remind me of how cold it is outside.

Just because I sometimes think of suicide..
It doesn't mean I want to die..
It means I want the pain to end..

Being by myself isn't safe. I'm not worried about someone else breaking in because I am the intruder and the killer.

I want the shadows to entangle me and kiss me with the passion of death.

Honestly, is it so wrong of me to not want to exists here anymore? My heartbreaks everyday seeing the oblivious evil in it. No matter what i do...there will be no difference here.

I can't comprehend what darkness really is. I felt the same thing inside.

For years, this is all I've known. It's held my heart and been my home. Now I'm scared to lose myself...scared of letting go. But when you take the sick away...who am I supposed to be?

The hardest thing on the world is the view I have of myself

I think I'm being emotionally abused.
Or am I the abuser too?