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

For once just shut up. I can't stand the shouting for no reason. I am going honestly crazy so just shut up. I can't stand these loud arguments for silly things. I am broken enough so just keep quiet for once. Just talk normally. Just. just stop raising your voice. Not everything always revolves around you. Just so. For some time at least. Just keep quiet. You are not the only one exhausted. I am tired too; I am depressed as well so just keep quiet. Please. Please keep quiet. Stop shouting. I am going crazy again. Please sh..


A FEW MINUTES OF SILENCE