It's a new year.
New hopes, dreams and wishes.
A new you.
The old you dies.
And I hope it takes the blinding pain with it.
But I know it won't.
It never does.
A new year isn't a new you.
Just celebrate you survived this one.
And prepare for next year's pain.
Maybe this year will be the one I escape.
The one were I finally cut ties to humanity.
And welcome whatever happens next.
Send me to hell.
I don't care.
I lost the ability
When I learned I'm living in hell already.
Happy New Year!
I hope I survive the year to come.
But if not
I'll be fine.
I'll relax in hell.
Maybe I'll meet you there.
Or maybe there's blank nothingless
That stops the thoughts
Stops the pain.
Good look with the new year.
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Poetry (15+)
PoetryThe crazy world of my mind expressed in poetry. May contain content that isn't suitable for young children, such as depression/suicide/self harm.
