You're words mean nothing You're actions mean nothing You're aniexty means nothing You're pain means nothing You're stress means nothing You're feelings mean nothing.
You're soul is empty You're love is untrue You're vision is blurred You're heart is black You're touch is sickly You're breath is disturbing You're name is traumatising
The day you stuck the knife in further, I decided I wouldn't let you win. The day you stuck the knife in further I realised you didn't care. The day you stuck the knife in deeper I realised you're evil.
I will never meet the expectations you have of me. While I grow to reach them, they grow faster. They grow like vines, Twisting. Squeezing. Climbing. Suffocating. Constricting. They strangle me, and I cannot fight them off. Cannot bear to appear less than them. I. Will. Not. Be. Less. But it seems it is too late for that. I am always less To you.
Staring down at the rope, Rethinking every life choice. Wishing to be dead, Messages are already sent. There is no going back. I get the rope tie it around my neck, I can't hang it anywhere. I tighten the rope, Vision went blurry. I can't hear anything, Ringing in my ears is too loud. Its been 10 minutes, I didn't go unconscious. I just gave up. Woke up with my face blue.
"You have severe arterial fibrillation . You need attention now or you may have a stroke and die ." I said Doc , "I'm not afraid of dying . I'm afraid of living."