We all would rather live than die. Even if you would think that death is the answer to all of your problems, once you are on the verge of it, your survival instincts kick in and try to save you from whatever you're dying from.

It doesn't mean, though, that living is any better. Living slowly kills you without knowing, every passing day you're growing hateful more and more; you lose hope, give up on your dreams, avoid social life, hide away.

It is better.

It's better to stay hidden from all that, to finally stop faking a smile, to finally stop lying and telling everyone that you're fine when deep down, despite the laughs and jokes, you know you aren't and never will be.

It's not that you have never searched for a solution before, in fact you tried everything that could help you. For some unknown reason, that ghost still persists, it hangs around you everywhere. It doesn't matter that you have friends, it doesn't matter if you're rich, it doesn't matter if you lead on a 'happy' life.

What all matters is that you feel unworthy, you don't deserve any of this. Frankly, until you realise your self-worth, nothing ever is going to make you happy, content, or fine even. But how do you do that?

How do you realise your self-worth when you have convinced yourself to the core that you are not good? That you are a no-body?

We all would rather live than die but only if you're not thrown deep into an existential crisis, questioning your existence every day and every night, when you are right beside your friends, when you are eating...when you are doing the most mundane tasks.

You cry for help. People will say that you are seeking attention so you refrain from that. So you do what you think is right, you don't want to hurt anybody so you isolate yourself.

I mean...no one else sees the ghost of torment except you.