Demonic-Pigeon

I dance to a symphony of despair, an anthem of death. My life is without meaning, without purpose. I thought the reason for me living was so that I may suffer, but now, now my suffering is but a dull pain. I have grown numb. This despair, I love it. I hate it. I loath it. I want it. I need it. I can't live without it. Am I even living? Or am I just alive? Every time I mess up I think about killing myself. The world would be a better place without me. I'm too just too much of a coward to commit suicide. If someone else killed me though, I would not mind that. It would be the best gift a person can give me. Is it so wrong to want to die? Wh