The Suffering Of Life

I have come to the conclusion that life is suffering. I've experienced more wrong than I can chew, and it's literally killing me, not physically, but mentally. So have for me some sympathy. I've been to a state of mind deeper than depression, and am still in that state. It's absolutely indescribable. I'm never getting out. I should've done something for me to be forsaken like this, although the truth is that I didn't do anything wrong. That's why life is unfair, and ultimately, I cannot accept life for what it is. It's unacceptable. I cannot live like this.