I no longer see a future in which I am alive. I’m tired of this cycle. This cycle of returning to this low. This cycle of scars returning in my attempt to detach with pain.  I have no one to confide in. It just seems like my issues push people away. I feel as if I’m going insane. I live with hollow eyes, and a withered soul. This is the way I die: in misery and despair, chasing after an escape.