Endless pain always haunts me through this nightmare that is reality and it sucks cause I thought I had a purpose when in all actuality my purpose is to die and that's just me speaking factually
I've cut my wrist plenty of times thinking i could forget this endless pain of mine that runs rapidly through my mind, hearing these voices that constantly tell me that I'm better off dead all the time
I ball up in a corner but i can never cry, no matter how hard I try I've never been a mourner, probably why my life has never had any order
I wish I could jump across the border...