"Your world is small, and you know it's small".
i toss and turn. i'm wrong. i know i am. i wanna scream 'fuck you' at the top of my lungs. feel right and mighty.
the clock frowns upon me, racing faster than i can heal or learn from any of this.
the meds... they aren't working much. i clench my body at night. another depressive breakdown, i can't bear the pain
i am fighting a losing battle with myself and all i can wish is for a miracle or death.
"[you] hope life is at least tolerable for [me]". ha. haha. yea. after your emails, your presence is an indent in my mind i can't smooth out.
i can't hide from myself. i can't fight myself. i can't heal either. i'm stuck agonizing, rushing every day waiting for it to finish.
one chance. one opportuniy. give me a loaded gun and i'll blossom a blood moon.
too much of a coward to die. too stupid to learn. way beyond broken to be loved.
eternal rest, i yearn for.
one big dream, to die inside of.
i beg. pray for my downfall