How do we look toward the future, when it\'s never guaranteed. Each day I wake up and continue to grieve. I look in the mirror, what do I see? The girl I once knew, is no longer me. I used to be happy, so full of hope but now I feel broken, unable to cope. No one likes me, that\'s what they say, the voices in my head, get worse everyday. They tell me I\'m lonely, just a waste of space, that I should disappear, without any trace. I feel like I\'m drowning, sinking faster and faster. How do I swim to the surface or ride out this disaster. I count my options, to sort my life out but I\'m stuck on the first, surrounded by doubt. See no one knows, what happens inside and these suicidal thoughts aren\'t easy to hide. There\'s been so many times where I\'ve came so close, could of ended it all with one lethal dose. But it makes no sense, I ask myself why. How can I be scared of death but desperate to die?