this blog.
Why is it I am once again thinking about suicide? Why is it I am standing in the shower wondering what it would be like to watch me hang, what kind of message I would leave, who would care? Why is it that even though parts of my life are so wonderful but I still can feel the rotting? I just wanted to curl up and disappear. I just want someone to talk to. I don’t want to sit in my room anymore. I want to be free, I want to be released… I fucking hate this world. Why can’t there be more? Why can’t I just be happy? Why can’t this world let me be happy..
I need someone to talk to.
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The grass speaks.
I hear green chanting all day.
I will fear no evil, fear no evil
The blades extend
and reach my way.
The sky breaks.
It sags and breathes upon my face.
in the presence of mine enemies, mine enemies
The world is full of enemies.
There is no place safe.