I've come to terms with my inevitable demise.
I say I'm good and I'm ok, but it's all lies .
The voices in my head get louder every day,
As my body destroys itseld in a way.
The thought scares me.
I could live to be 30 or 20 or die tomorrow, which will it be?
I don't fear death
I'm ready for it
No one will miss me anyway
