When we don't exist

I have a great life. House, Car, an amazing girlfriend, the best familia I can ask for, some great friends, and a believer in Jesus Christ. Yet with all these things, I feel so alone in a crowded room. I've overcome countless urges to end my life. But they've gotten stronger recently. I feel like if I give in. No one will miss me, and the ones who care will easily forget me.

By Anonymous