It's sad how, the only reason I haven't killed myself yet, is that I don't want to hurt anyone, but the reason I want to **** myself, is that I get hurt by everyone.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
And then I found out how hard it is to really change.
Even hell can get comfy once you've settled in.
I just wanted the numb inside me to leave.
No matter how ****** you get, the sun will return and you come back down.
The funny thing is all I ever wanted I already had.
There's glimpses of heaven in everyday.
In the friends I have, the music I make, the love that I feel.
I just had to start again.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
I am melancholy itself.
I am a creature unable to find rest.
My faith has been asphyxiated,
My soul obliterated,
My body destroyed.
My mind has stopped existing.
This doesn't look like home.
I am hollow.
And in this moment I am nothing but a vast echo who once existed in an indistinct memory.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
The road is reflecting the noise of our cars a thousand times.
The leaves are crying out in a whirlwind of emotion.
The flowers are withering from the ice of a cold heart.
My demons are escaping from all the openings I secured.
It's darkening.
Everything I built is breaking apart.
Nothing but my memories remain.
I'm a walking shell, a soulless corpse.
I have no dreams, no future.
No hope, no faith.
This is the end.
I'm giving in.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC