I apologize
I thought I mattered
Just once
I thought I actually mattered
I thought I was safe
But it’s true
Nothings forever
I’m not part of the plan
And the actual realization of all of that is fucking with me
I wished and prayed and hoped and dreamt
But that wasn’t enough
Love wasn’t enough
Hope wasn’t enough
I wasn’t enough
That’s just the truth
And it really sucks
To know that I am a burden
To be a burden…
Fucken hell
It’s literally the realization of it that is pushing me to the edge
I’m a burden
So I shouldn’t be here
I’m a burden
That’s why they left me
I’m a burden
That’s why no one believes me about my rapist and why my “family” hangs out with him and drinks and parties with him
I’m a burden
Why am I still here?
Everyone I’ve ever cared about
Everyone I’ve ever loved
They either are dead
Or they’ve left me
And I get it now
I’m a burden
I was always a burden
And no one told me my whole life
I’m a burden
I shouldn’t be here
I should’ve never even been a thought
I lost them
Not just her, my wife
I mean my ex wife
But everyone
Everything
And I hate that when I say that I lost everything, people just assume that I’m talking about money or material things
No
I’m talking about my life
I lost my life
I lost my wife
My family - the family I wished for and prayed for and I finally got them
I lost them
I lost my smile, my laugh - my actual genuine smile and laugh
I lost my home
Because they were my home
And maybe they’d see this or not but if they did, they’d probably be like no you always said you were homesick and missed Hawaii - that’s true
Except I always finished that sentence with another by saying I just want to go there and hate it like last time and then come back and live life
I’ve got nothing, no one
Yeah I live with my “dad”
But that guy, he’s a rapist
No not mine but he raped someone that I’m close to
You really fucken think I want to be here?
No I’m only here because I have nowhere the fuck else to go
Also there are other kids in the house
Now you’re probably asking why he’s not in jail or whatever
Why do you think?
I was gone for five years and when I came back they all lied for him
Everyone in the house lied for him
And unfortunately he’s the only place I can go to
Do I feel safe?
No not at all
I barely fucken sleep through the night because I don’t trust him around the kids and I dose myself with a ton of a Benadryl to sleep during the day while he’s at work
Do I really want to be dealing with this?
No I don’t
I don’t want to deal with any of this shit
Because even though the person he raped is talking to detectives and trying to press charges
It’s been years and the people lying for him are going to continue lying for him
I hope and pray that the detectives prosecute him, I hope she gets some kind of justice unlike what happened to me
And where that leaves me, I don’t know
I also don’t care
I really don’t
Because as I’m typing these words
I’m realizing that I really don’t matter
And that when they left me here, they knew what I was going back to and they didn’t care because they didn’t care about me anymore - because I just didn’t matter to them anymore
I hope and I’m scared to even say this under my breath as I’m typing
But I hope that the shit I’m seeing gets worse, I hope that the voices get worse and I hope that it pushes me to the edge to the point where there is nothing left to do but take a breath and fall
And you could say “that’s selfish”
Except it’s actually not
I’m a burden
And no one cares
If anything, they’ll be relieved
In reality, it just won’t matter
Both are fine
The sun will still rise and set
The world will still spin
The ocean will still flow
People will still laugh and smile regardless of my presence
No one cares
It was also easy for them to leave he and ghost me
That I’m convinced that no one’s ever cared
It shouldn’t be a shock but damn…
Actually accepting the realization of that… it hurts emotionally and physically
I’m going to be 30 next year
But I don’t think I’ll make it to them tbh
I’ve got nothing to look forward to
I’ve got no one to speak to
I texted her today but that’s just false hope I’m holding onto
She doesn’t care about my texts
How do I know?
She never… never texts me unless I text her
And even then if I printed our texts out
They would all fit on a single page and all of the words would equal to about half a paragraph
This isn’t even all the shit
This isn’t even half of the shit, not even a fourth of it
And I’m afraid I’ve run out of things to convince myself that I matter and that it’ll get better
Because it’s only been getting worse
And you know what I’m tired
I am exhausted
And I need someone to read this…
My name is not important, you all wouldn’t be able to pronounce us anyway and I am writing this to let you know that I’m sorry for being a burden and wasting your time, for being in the way and taking up space. But I’m not sorry I killed myself.
I’m tired of lying and pretending that things are okay when they’re not
I’m tired of quieting myself because things are too complicated to talk about
I’m tired of trying to be good when I’m just not good
I’m nothing, I’m no one
And I don’t know when but I’m not going to be here much longer
I’m not giving myself any time limit to try to get better or whatever the fuck
I just need to do it because I’ll be honest that’s all that’s left for me to do
I’m not sorry for my decision
I’m not sorry if someone or people are fake hurt
I don’t matter and I’m here alive now
What does it matter if I’m dead and still continue to not matter?
Oh right, it doesn’t
I lost them
Everyone I’ve ever loved and wanted
I lost all of them
I’m never going to get them back
And no one else is ever going to love or care about me because I’m just a burden
I’m sorry for losing my ex and the family we had
Except never mind I’m not sorry about that because they’re living life and happy as fuck without me so I guess that’s the one good thing that’s happened
Which just proves my point - things are incredibly better without me around
So I’m just going to do what everyone’s been wanting and thinking and hoping that I do..
I’m just going to go
Violence