I think about dying
At least once a day
It's gotten to the point
Where I crave death:
To the point where suicide
Doesn't seem so bad and selfish and cruel
But more like a solution to all my problems

Of course, I'd rather die
From natural causes
But the progression is way too slow
So, I'm trying to speed it up a little
By destroying my body in the best possible ways:

-Junk food
-Laziness
-And bad ******* hygiene

I met you five years before I knew you existed
I thought you were me but our values conflicted

Whenever you speak to me
I become someone else
Heaven knows I’d be a fool
If I’d ever trust myself

I lost my sense of reality
For How can I be at one
When there is more than one of me?

control me

and Ill learn to die trying

Being alive sure was a hell of a lot easier when I didn’t wanna be