At the end of the day, no one really cares that I’m on Bupropion and it’s not working. 

It won’t matter if I kill myself, because there are almost eight billion people on the planet. 

No one cares about me for my sake, only to make themselves feel like they’ve done something good and important to make them feel better about themselves. 

It won’t matter if I don’t wake up tomorrow because, at the end of the day, nothing matters. 

If I pass or fail my classes or don’t show up for work, it won’t matter. No one will remember me after I’m gone. 

I can keep screaming into the void, but no one will hear.

Everyone else is fighting their own battles and I shouldn’t burden anyone else with my issues. 

At the end of the day, I wish I could just pull the fucking trigger.