The sadness sits within the depths of my heart and the emptiness I feel has no remorse. The stress builds up as I think deeply about the unhappiness I feel. I’m angry at myself because I am not content with what I posses and what i have made for myself. I’m disgusted at the image I see within the reflection of any mirror. It does not matter if I kill myself anymore because I already feel dead inside. I hate myself and I cannot wait for the day death takes a firm grasp of my soul and finally takes it away. But those types of thoughts make me hate myself even more because it makes me realize how selfish I am. The last thing I would want to do is hurt the people that I care about the most. And even though I know their lives would be better off without me in it, the temporary sadness that they would feel makes me feel guilty for having such thoughts. The colors in my skies are as colorful as can be because I have learned how to appreciate them but the colors in my heart are as black as the deepest abyss in the depths of the sea. 

I feel dead inside