November 6th, 2016
I want to die.
I want to go, escape this world that I'm not meant to be in, obviously.
If there was a purpose then I wouldn't want to kill myself everyday.
If I was supposed to be here then life would have a meaning, but it doesn't,
Nothing matters anymore because I know that I'm going to lose you now.
You said your not gonna slip, but what about me? What am I supposed to do without you? How can I live without you when your all I have left- my only will to live.
Until this very moment I've never truly wanted to cut, to harm myself so maybe the pain will flow out of my skin with red crimson blood- my blood.
I want it all to end- right here, and right now. These 6 weeks are nothing now because your already gone. You'll be trying to keep up an already sunk ship that will never float again.
Tomorrow will be hell and my demons will be right beside me and never leave. Everywhere I go that dark shadow will haunt me and rip me apart piece by piece until there's nothing left of me here.
I'll disappear and the only one who will really care is you, but what's losing just two worthless people in this giant universe.
No one will care when we're gone and we both know it- at least maybe we can be together then, forever.
