My name is Natasha. Those that know me in real life know that I’m a very shy, kind loving person. I can be a good friend to those who need it. But most people don’t see past the shyness of my self being and see who I really am. Who that is, I’m still trying to figure out still.
But what I do know is that I’m broken. Like other people, I try to hide that I am. Fake a smile. Tell people I’m ok when I’m really not.
What I really an is tired. Tired if hoping for a better tomorrow. Hoping for a greater future. Hoping the pain stops. Hoping that I’m not really insane.
All my life, I’ve been trying really hard to fit in somewhere. But i never do. With my friends, with my family. Nowhere. Wherever I am, I am alone. I get so lonely sometimes that I talk to the voice in my head like it’s an actual person in front of me.
No one wants me around. I do something wrong and everyone attacks me. I am weak. Too weak for this world. Too weak for this lifetime. I’ve become distant with everybody. So me disappearing forever wouldn’t bring anyone pain. It wouldn’t upset anyone. It’s be like I was never there. Who’s to say that I’ve made if not any impact on someones life. Let alone bring happiness to it.
Death is a promise. A happy ending promise.