That's all. Just I wish I was dead. No poetry. No call for salvation. No prayers at all. I just wish I was dead. I don't want to wake up tomorrow. Or go to bed. I don't want to keep living. I want to be dead. And I go through my head about how I would do it. And I'd just do it the same way. Slit my wrists. Because I know how it feels. And I'd watch my body drain out. And after a while. I'd go to sleep. And just not wake up. And that's what I want.
But to be honest. I also just want him to hold me. To lay with me and tell me he loves me. That nothing has changed. That he just wants me. But. That would never happen. He would never show up. He's not that guy. He'd rather do whatever he's doing with whoever. He'll never be the guy to drive up. And just be here. So instead. I'd rather be dead. Because the world is too fucked a place for me. Everyone is mean. And everything sucks. And everything hurts. And I'd rather be dead
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Prayers of the damned
SpirituellesI don't believe in god. But I do say my "prayers" to whoever listens. So I guess these are just things I secretly want
