NO SIGNAL FOUND [RE-WRITING]

part infinity

i shake with this feeling, it dissipates but i reevaluate that maybe i was right - not just obsessed with death, i was right to think this is my only choice because i remember someone saying "i can't stick around and listen to these sick sounds."

and to this day i think "fix your life, what the fuck are you doing?" this is the only solution i find, to sit aside or six feet underground, i lay in bed and sleep continues to cascade over me

and i can't help but think that if this is what death feels like, smells like, tastes like, i'll take it without a second thought, life gave me so many second chances the tally marks line my skin, i can't take it anymore i can't do this