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Internal Monologue

by anonymous-9

To kill myself or not kill myself, that is the question I face an existential crisis every day I want to hurt myself I want to bleed, to wound myself physically because I can't deal with my mental The questions and thoughts that plague me every day I wish I could expunge these idiot things that run through my head The stupid fucking people that cause me grief every day Those people are the people I live with The people I love The people I work with Every mother fucking person I wish I could live isolated But not alone Live in my own colony of people that understand me as well as I understand myself I wish I could operate normally Not over correct for every fucking small iota of every tiny moment in the goddamn day Why do I have to do everything to such an extent? Why can't I just be happy? Why can't I just sleep a peaceful slumber instead of tossing and turning for hours before? I hate myself But do I really hate myself? Or the circumstances that I face? This life I live is not the life I want I want freedom The ocean The sand to catch these unshed tears The cold to hit my face And something warm to embrace I want sex, But do I want it for the carnal pleasure or for the way it makes me forget for a time these turmoiled emotions I deal with every instant of every motherfucking goddamn day? I want a partner But I can't trust I'm so alone I'm so alone I'm so alone Goddamn I'm alone How do I fix this? How do I fix me? I'm so alone. No one will ever know the inner core of me. Someone save me I wish I were dead. Someone kill me I wish I knew real life. Human essence is the dirt of the earth. We destroy, We do not conquer. We forget, We all still suffer. Goddamn us all to the figment of our imagination that is hell. Every fucking one of us deserves it. Burn us in a firey pit and then crush our bones to make the cement that holds us all unwillingly together. Fucking kill me so I don't have to kill myself. Nothing makes this feeling go away. No one satiates this gnawing numbness I feel. I am a black hole that devours every good emotion Nothing to replace it inside this empty space within me Kill me Kill me Kill me
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