my chest feels heavy,
but i guess its not as heavy
as the water ive been constantly trying to drown myself in.
it's just all kinda overwhelming i guess.
maybe it's the fact that we never talk anymore,
or maybe it's the fact that i myself never talk anymore.
im constantly torn between the thoughts of either killing myself,
or killing everyone around me,
or maybe i should do both.
there would be no more world without humans,
or maybe the world itself would just be happier.
just plants and some empty buildings would remain,
but the buildings would still cease to feel the same emptiness i do.
i guess ill just have to stay alive to see what happens though,
maybe all of this is just life,
or just a phase,
but ive seen people so much happier,
which makes me think that the way im constantly feeling isnt how its supposed to be.
i understand that people get sad,
or down or upset or whatever you want call it,
but i dont think it's normal to have
tear stains tattooed on my face,
or past hurtful memories visibly scattered throughout my body.
or maybe it's just the way i am,
or maybe it's just me that's the thing that's not normal.
