Never knewEscape routesare dark and tiny,yet they are there nonethe less.Will you beable tocatchme?Youthink that there‘sso muchyou know aboutme, yetyou never knew how much Ialwayswanted to see youburn.Will youscream?Will youcry?Let me hearyourvoice, let me colour your facewith blood.You think thatescape routesare dark and tiny.That they stillexistfor you.Butyou should know by nowthat younever knew how much Ialwayswanted to see you inpain.
SurvivingHands feeling like ice. Back aching like fuck.Surviving day by day, this can't be called luck.This exhaustion is killing me. Taking away my life.I wish I could still fight this, instead of grabbing the knife.Please let me leave, please me die.Death is calling me, and I'm tired of whispering goodbye.
ThisThis may or may not kill me,it's not like I still care.Though never waking up againseems like a good idea.