I am not even sure how I should begin this post, or where to end it. I feel like everyday bits and pieces of my sanity slips away. Why am I always on edge? I’m at the point just speaking to me makes me angry, it’s like I can’t control it. Trying seems useless, I want to just fall into abyss with a never ending supply of music and never see the light of the world again. Reading it after I type it, seems so wrong but, that’s how I want it, just away from the pains and thoughts of this world. When I used to wonder how it feels to be dead. Now I wonder why I stopped thinking about it.
“Gun blast think fast I think I’m hit
my girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist
I think not, I’ll send a letter to my friends”
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