Help. Trigger Warning: Suicide

I have been wronged at so many points in the life. Is there even a point to continue? 

I don't wish to elaborate, but, if harassing someone, if forcing people to falsely accuse someone for abuse, is your definition of fun, then you should rot in hell, if there's one. 

But you know what? There's none. There is no punishment for anyone, for people who will literally threaten you, who will abuse you, who will physically hurt you.

There's nothing people are going to face repercussions for. 

People could literally kill me tomorrow, and face ZERO repercussions for it. And that has been my realisation. 

People will always win, and I shall always lose. 

People are tired of me feeling this way, nobody is tired of how abusive and bullying people have been. Nobody has ever questioned them. 

I refuse to die, but that's all my body wants rn. There's nothing that will ever stop these harassments. There's nothing which will ever result in punishment for these harassments. 

I have been told by my therapist, by people, by counselors that things will change. Things will get better. I have a whole life. And I have just one question, when? What's the guarantee they won't do it with anyone else? What's the guarantee someone else won't do it again. 

How long do I pretend to be okay? How long do I pretend it is alright? 

How long? 

No. I won't die. But that's all I want rn. 

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