Living in misery. (Tommyinnit)

T W E N T Y T H R E E

Im scared...

Im numb...

Am I even happy anymore...?

I want to feel again...

Please...

Let me feel...

I want to be better...

Im not ok...

"Jschlatt?" My voice echoed through the white room.

"What?"

"Why do you want me dead?"

"Its my job dense ass."

"Job?"

"Yeah. Think of it as a company. They ship us out to all these depressed fuckers heads and then we do our job. But those meds? Those fucking meds are shit. Make us disintegrate." He said, pressing the bottle of clear alcohol to his lips, taking a sip, then holding it towards me. "Thanks for this by the way. Whatever negative you do i get if i choose. Ive been waiting for this. Drink some more kiddo."

"No. NO. Wil said no.

"Ohhh 'Wil said this' 'Wil said that.' FUCK WIL. Do what you want." He mocked.

"No."

Im not listening to this asshole...