They say suicide is a sin, but my life was also a sin.
What would I choose?
To live but already dead inside, or to die but my family will be left behind and it might caused them trauma and some people might judge my family so, in short, I fucking need to live.
Fuck.
How nice.
I love to suffer.
Well at least, I'm not numb yet.
I still feel something.
Yey.
So hard to live, so hard to die.
YOU ARE READING
Whims
PoetryMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.
