As Christmas creeps its head forward
I can't help but feel this impending doom.
I haven't cut
I haven't drank
I haven't done anything to harm myself.
Though that is what I want to do everyday.
Everyday it's hard to just pry myself out of bed and not think about hurting myself.
I think about death like its a paradise.
I should be okay but in reality I'm just an empty shell of what I use to be.
