I don't really expect much anymore
One day my depression will be too strong
It'll be hard for me to move on
I'll have a gun just laying there
My feet will be bare, I won't care
It'll be quick and painless
This depression will end
Because I'm tired of bending
I'm tired of trying to feel good about myself
So whether it be with a noose,
My body floating lifelessly with a rope tight around my neck
Color drained from my face and body
Whether it be from a jump from a building
The pressure of the air making my lungs feel like they're collapsing
The pressure making me light-headed
As I watch the sky and eventually drop,
One day, our hearts will stop.
One day, my mind will leave me be and let me think happy
Though I doubt that will happen,
As I will never be good enough
So dear future me,
I'm sorry if you got hurt again.
Here's the current plans,
As for now,
I'm trying to make myself feel alive again.