I want to die.
I want to disappear.
I want to be forgotten
I want to be lost
I want to not feel a thing
I want to be found hanging from a rope or a pool of my own blood.
Would anyone notice what I've become? No, cause I look the same. I'm a monster. I'm a freak. I am my own destruction. I am my own weakness. I am a failure. I can't keep living with the lie when I tell people "I'm okay". I won't be until I'm gone. And no one gets that. No-fucking-one.
