nope.
#3

What if I said I wanna die.

#2

Words are torture. Words are commitment. As the old saying refers, words do not fly. They stay. They sting. They stink.

You can pull a needle back. It keeps hurting. But you cannot pull a word back, it hurts better.

sorry… for the stuff

I accidentally stopped believing today. I stopped talking. I stopped hearing. I stopped laughing. I accidentally stopped hoping today.

I’d never see all that coming. I’d never believe, even if someone told me. I’m just so sorry, I can’t take it anymore. My very own thoughts are burying me alive. It burns. It literally burns, like an ice-cold knife would do.

I wanna see you, all alive and real as much as I never want to see you again. My head’s going to explode. I want to vomit misery and anger and disappointment. I’d almost be glad if someone just comes and shoots me in the head. Way easier.

I wanna float. Float in sorrow, without any feelings. Empty skies. Would be a fun place to not feel anything. Words are bloody torture. I accidentally stopped talking today.

#1

Living is a tough job. Breathing is easy, but it is no living.

only ever in dreams, i wrapped my arms around you

gonna miss you so much.