Princy_Prince2

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep.

I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE.

I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. 

SUICIDE AND HAPPINESS... 

They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.

SUICIDAL HAPPINESS

I wish to touch the stars, I wish to touch the sky, I wish for GOD to take me home tonight.


The world is becoming a scary place for you and me to survive through it all. take me away GOD, I do not want to stay here.


I wish home was not so far away from here. So I could walk home when I feel like collapsing waiting to be near you to sleep on your shoulders and rest to know that I am home.


I am feeling suffocated here, I feel like taking the knife and ending it all, I feel like being a murderer but what is the use when I am going straight to Hell instead of going to Heaven?


I am so tired of hearing the same storylines. I am so tired of speaking about it throughout the night.


WAITING TO BE HOME - 5/11/2020