i feel like
if i live long enough
im going to be a drinker,
hey
drink to forget
even though i know ill remember
drink til i die
so much alcohol
too little
start with wine
then go strong
then make a cut so deeply long
who cares if it hurts?
not me certainly
days will fly by and ill be hanging on a tree
what does trust matter in a world like this
i hate it here
you do too
you just dont realize it
its a beautiful lie with sprinkles of reality
i just want to die
and finally be me.
what does it matter if i have friends or not
they're all the same
they continue on without me
but my death is not in vain.
im delusional
and it hurts.
i want to sob and cry and scream
it hurts to lie so much
mask my behavior with fake problems and hide the real ones
who cares anyway
you dont
i know that
dont remind me
i dont need your pity.
if you feel obligated to help dont bother
you dont actually want to but you feel you have to.
yeah,
harsh shade thrown at you.
sorry.
but i dont actually mean my apology.
dont help me if you feel you have to.
you make it feel so much worse
like she does
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not your cup of tea (venting)
Aléatoiretw : this will include depressing and suicidal themes as it is a vent book. occasionally i will share vent drawings that may cause some bad thoughts to you. a/n : i share this because im still hoping somebody will help me i cant breathe anymore. im...
