There was this time in my life when I just wanted to die. I was in unbearable mental and emotional pain and I could not bear it anymore. I was always crying and I hated myself, everything about myself. Life seemed pointless to me and I did not see a reason to live. I lost interest in all the things I used to love to do. I felt like I was never going to be good enough for anyone and no one needed or wanted me around anyways so how would it matter to anyone if I just went away. In fact, I wondered if anyone would even notice if I wasn’t around anymore. It was really bad and it went to a point where I even self-harmed once. It got so bad that one night, I was sitting with a blade in my hand wondering why I was even alive anymore and maybe I should just put myself and everyone else around me out of their misery. But I am a coward and I was too scared to do it. And the worst part of it was that I hid it from everyone and no one cared enough to notice that I was feeling like shit. It took a long time but slowly it started getting a little better. I started feeling a little better. But I will never forget how painful that time of my life was. And there was no out. It was so painful to live but I was too scared to die. There was no out. And now, I am slowly starting to feel like that again. I don’t want to feel like that again. I really don’t but I don’t know what to do about it.