Can god hurry the fuck up and just kill me?
Like can't he see that I'm not wanted on this fucked up world.
Like if I'm here for a reason then just give me a hint so I won't let my blade run across my skin over and over again letting my soul pour through.
Like I'm trying so hard to leave and I've lived all I can ever make it through. But not anymore. I'm done. I don't want to be here anymore. My theory on killing myself will be like when you fall asleep then all off sudden you wake up and it's morning, except it won't be morning
For when I fall asleep,
It will be nothing,
I will be nothing.
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
