I said I am who I am but did I tell you what goes on in my head? Make them stop please. These bad voices in my head they make me insane, they tell me things that no normal person should hear. They tell me to kill myself that I shouldn't exist that I don't belong in this earth. Sometimes I sit and think if I should if my entire existence is a sham, I even some times wonder why I was born into this wicked world full of hate and greed. There's corruption born into our blood, and if I'm being completely honest I rather watch our world burn than help it. Dust to dust, ash to ash.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
While I battle my choice between life and death another thing these voices tell me is to kill. Before I go take everyone with me, hmmm now that wouldn't be so bad hell maybe I could pull it off and become a notorious psychopathic serial killer. After all I've always said I wanted to become famous, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA but on a serious note would it really be so bad if I did what if I only kill child predators or serious big time drug lords. Would it really be that bad of me? It's funny because I was always scared of death hell I still am but if I'm being honest with myself I wouldn't mind dying and killing while I may be scared of dying I find a certain comfort in death. I can't really explain it but if I was to die one day I wouldn't fight trying to live I'd greet death with open arms in hopes my soul would be useful towards a new being. These voices that talk to me may be bad but they're not wrong. They're silver tongued Devils that whisper sweet nothings in my ear and I being the fool will hear them out.
