The thing about wanting to die, isn't the death itself. It's the nothingness that pulls you in. An eternity of just... nothing. Endless silence. No thoughts to run from, no feeling to tear your heart apart. Just, nothing. If there were an easier way to achieve that, I'd choose it in a heartbeat. I can't stop the pain
YOU ARE READING
While I Should Be Sleeping
PoetryTake a peek into the rambling thoughts of my anxiety riddled, insecure mind.
