A dark storm forms as i walk in the room, that storm is my soul, my soul is my Depression, my thoughts, my hate, and my longing for the sweet release of death, the darkness and silence death would bring, i long for it, but as i think why wait i have pills, i have a rope, and i have a blad, i can end it all now, all my pain, and all my suffering... so why not, it'll be quick, like i was never here, but i can't leave now, i can't leave you, you raised me all of you, you make life worth living, and if i were to leave than those who hert me would win
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
A dark storm forms as i walk in the room, that storm is my soul, my soul is my Depression, my thoughts, my hate, and my longing for the sweet release of death, the darkness and silence death would bring, i long for it, but as i think why wait i have pills, i have a rope, and i have a blad, i can end it all now, all my pain, and all my suffering... so why not, it'll be quick, like i was never here, but i can't leave now, i can't leave you, you raised me all of you, you make life worth living, and if i were to leave than those who hert me would win
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