When I die
Will you look for me in the sunset
As the light drains from the sky
And the stars creep in
Will you look for me in the sunset
As colors come and go
And time slows
Will you look for me in the sunset
As I watch you grow old
And move on
Will you look for me in the sunset
Because then mabye
I could feel beutiful
i’m not getting better anyways so why not get worse
i have the urge to hurt myself every single day. it's all i think about and yet i don't. and then i hate myself for not doing so.
I feel... wrong for not being covered in scars and not taking control of the uncontrollable. i don't know how to explain it
It will probably happen again
How are you supposed to just get up and go to school and go to work and come home and make dinner and fold the laundry and not want to kill yourself the whole fucking time.
I love you but my story cannot go on any longer
Im the sequel no one wanted
Im the story the writer hates the most
Im the book searching desperately for an ending
For a close
You're the person who wants it to go on
But a book cant go on forever
I don't need someone to talk to. I need someone to kill me.
Death is creeping in
I feel it in my skin
Can I reach the light
If I don’t want to live
Holding on to life
Is not my fight to fight
If I’m not with you
every year i reach new lows and wish i killed myself earlier
life fuxking sucks man he him/ I post shit about my horrid mental health. and write potery. general tw of my blog
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