Someone wake me up from the nightmare I'm living in.
Or just let me end it all.
I can't keep living like this, every day, bound to the hell I'm living in.
No matter how many times I pinch my skin till it turns red, and it bursts open at the cracks, spilling out red, red, red, I can't wake up. I can't wake up.
I'm trapped.
But in the end, am I not just an angel who wants to go home?
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melancholia ✔︎
Short Storyall i need is a reason to live. a reason to keep living in this hell you call life. because melancholia is just too hard to control all alone.
