This Second

This second

I need to move
I need to leave
I want to escape
I want to disappeared
I want to burn myself
I want to cuts till bleeds

I don't want to live

I want to be free

I hate you, but don't worry I hate myself too

I want this to be end,

Cause I have no more family, nor friend

Someone outside waiting me to die

But how, to live without even thinking about life?

COuld someone, somewhere help me to get out from this place?

I'm tired.

I'm bleed.

Everyone left me, God too.