The futility of it all.

[WAITING TO DIE]

Mental illness and existential crisis are sucking the life out of me.
I'm utterly worn out, there is no gas left in my tank and I'm running on empty.
It feels like I'm trying to run a marathon while carrying someone on my back, and I know I can't possibly reach the finish line.
It's like being stranded in the middle of a huge ocean with nothing to keep me afloat: I'm just treading water while the huge waves are crashing all around me.
I know that I can't possibly carry on struggling and that sometime in the future I'm going to finally give up and go under.

 

[FuneralCry]

It must be dreadful being trapped in that situation, it's awful how there is so much suffering in existing with no straightforward way to just permanently find peace.