From the moment I became conscious I’ve craved nothing more than death. I had sworn it to my younger self I’d keep our promise and not live a day past 18 yet another broken promise here I am 2 years later after the high hopes of thinking I’d be able to suddenly get better and provide for my family but here I lie in my room I try not leave with out a job or even email reply simply eating feels like a crime I don’t deserve it or a home I pray my mother to kick me out so I’d feel less guilt for failing her and my siblings