Is It Really Worth Living For?

The world hates you, so what do you do? you listen to the voice inside your head telling you one and your heart telling you another. Too many tears you cried so many you never lied upon but your the one to blame for the things THEY DO; too much drama in your life all around you, you begin to believe what's being told to you. Refuse to cry another night why when you could just take your life? contemplating suicide means never worrying about being a burden to everyone, because that's one less peron to worry about; your pillow soaked in tears like a puddle of rain in a hole in the ground, so tired of fighting against the one's you'll never win. One last entry in my diary before I say good-bye, it's only to tell you how deeply sorry I am for being the burden on your heart and hope you can forget me for that and what I'm about to do. Words would have never expressed enough how much love I have for everyone, tell the family I'm gone for good and I don't mean I ran away, let them indulge in deep thought what you mean. Show them the letter I wrote before I left telling how I felt about them and how I felt like the failure to the family, stay together and keep in touch with one another is my only wish I had before I passed and hopefully you kept. I know where my soul is headed, no surprise I bought it upon myself but I'm not around and I cannot bring myself back to life.Can't answer my own question, so much confusion in the air I dare not try to understand my own question, seeing as it will only puzzle my brain even more but I put leave my question open to the public: is it really worth living for?