Though I know I'm 'getting better' I can't seem to understand why
I would much rather be laying on the bathroom floor, any bathroom floor for that matter, bleeding out from my wrist
I would also rather have not remembered these past couple weeks due to substance abuse. I'm not particular about which substance, anything would suffice
But I've made it this far, why would I have done that without the intention to live for a brilliant future
I agree with a fragment of that last statement, why would I have done this? It's as pointless as Sisyphus continuing on, but while he didn't have a choice, I do
I long for the day I feel my life draining out of me and I float away into nonexistence, leaving only a body of bones and crying loved ones behind
