I love the approach of death so much, that i would wait for it's knock on my door.
I would love to drown myself, already drowned myself with alcohol, pain & sadness.
I love the approach of death, just to stop everything, to stop my life.
I would love to stab myself, Already stabbed with the sharpest words, Leaving a fresh wound in my heart, it can't be healed.
I love the approach of death so much, that everyday I'd burn myself with hot water because i don't know maybe for hell.
I would love to burn myself, just like every suicide letter i burned because i always choose life.
Oh how lovely to be a fucked up guy in a fucked up world. I know there is more in life but im tired to find life.
I'm not gonna die I know it for sure. because I always choose to live even if i have the last cigarette and a loaded gun in my hand.
cheers for pain & sadness, for making you feel alive.
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Hell Raiser.
PoetryLife's struggle. Depression. The downfalls in life. A collection of poetry for the demons inside my body that will never sleep. I am dedicating this book to all the people struggling with depression, trap in their own hell. You're not alone. You'll...
