drowning.

Yes, that's what it feels like. Drowning. Or, perhaps, maybe falling. Being pulled this way and that with no control.
I'm so unhappy with everything. Depressed, maybe. And no one listens. No one cares. I sometimes wonder if the world would be a better place without me.
Would you care if I left? Would it even matter to you?
I have nothing. I have no one. I am no one. No one important, that is. No one that's ever done anything to help or change someone, which is what I aspire to be.
Last year was the best.
This year is the worst.
Borderline suicidal? That's right.
I have no idea what I want, or who I am, or who I'm going to be.
I'm so confused. Everybody is telling me what to do, and, meanwhile, I just want it to all stop. Silence doesn't even exist anymore.
I just know that I want this all to stop. The suffering, the sadness, the pain. Gone.
But it won't stop. It won't ever stop. And that's what I'm afraid of.
Death no longer scares me. I fear life.
I fear not being able to live my life to the fullest.
I fear that I will never be where I want to be.
I fear that I won't ever be happy.
I'm lost. I'm confused. I'm scared. And I don't like that.
I want to be happy, I really do. I try, but it doesn't work.
Sometimes, I wonder if stopping would fix it all.