I want to die.
Today is my birthday
and I wish it wasn't
such a disappointment
but everything feels so
pointless.
I don't want to live
in this constant discomfort;
even the air is a nuisance
and I'm irritated.
Just shut up
and get the **** away from me...
I feel nothing.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
I want to die.
Today is my birthday
and I wish it wasn't
such a disappointment
but everything feels so
pointless.
I don't want to live
in this constant discomfort;
even the air is a nuisance
and I'm irritated.
Just shut up
and get the **** away from me...
I feel nothing.
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