I don't want to be here anymore.
I've never felt this way before.
This pain is swallowing my will.
I cannot go on. I will die at the hands of "a" pill.
The sleeves of my jacket could salt the seas.
If only they'd see.
I don't want them to anyway.
I know I will go on to see another day.
I'm not that strong.
I know these thoughts are wrong.
Yet they feel so good...why?
Why do I want to die?
"So badly?" anyway.
My head throbs and my stomach is empty.
The physicality is too much to mix with the mind.
Its taking over me.
I want to run away. Feel a cold breeze on my face.
Oh I can't wait.
I wouldn't mind if I were gone tomorrow.
Would you?
Maybe you'd be sad. For a short time.
Then I'd be a memory that would make a good story for your kids in highschool.
I gonna keep me all to myself...
Ugh he makes me want to hurt myself.
Run a blade over my thigh in lines.
Maybe he'd read between them..dick
Thoughts of leaving this world are eating me like I eat fries.
I want to die.
I don't want to feel.
I don't want any of this to be real.
I want peace.. Is that the only way to achieve it?
Maybe, maybe not.
I don't know anymore.
I don't know anything anymore.
Anger, pain, and embarrassment is all I feel.
And its okay.
I still smile.
I even make your smile.
But its never enough.
Almost is never enough.
But this time.... I know I'm gonna keep it to myself forever.
