This pressure on my chest,
is foreign.
I've never felt it before, but it hurts.
I do not know why or where it came from.
But it's there,
and it is persistent.
It hurts so much, but also strangely,
the thoughts of death it brings, feel so comforting.
I'll never do it though, I'm just entertaining the idea.
He did not give me breath only for me to take it away so soon.
I'm so young and he tortures me so, but I hope he also shows me paradise.
Soon hopefully, I don't know how long I can keep this going

life flashes by if you care and stop for every little thing.
sometimes you don't need to help,
spares ya time,
plus, growth is found in struggles.
can't expect muscles to grow when someone helps you lift the weights right?

I just wonder, if any of the people close to me, would notice me dissappear.

I try to be happy,
yet each night I turn melancholic yet again,
I try to be happy, but only by burying my despair
I try to find solace, in the pain from my lonely heart,
I feel alone, even when surrounded.
Might I ever escape this eternal act?

Find solace in your sins, or find solace a sin.
Either way it's all the same.
Comfort can also be found in agony.

I rage at the world,
It never listened,
I grew lonely and mad,
So I turned to the only one who would listen,
Me.

Grief and glee are so close yet so far.
I glanced,
It saw,
I ran.