Agony, depression, loneliness…

Wake up, 5 seconds pass by, life falling on you like heavy nicotine smoke going thru your lungs.  Lack of oxygen to your brain, blurred vision, sleepy, heavy palpitation, carry on… shower, dress and go to work.

Electricity running from the bottom of your feet to the top of the back of your head. The need to scream permanently on, permanently sick.

My death will come with an apology, as I do this out of love and exhaust.

I’m tired of living, but I will not leave without securing a future for you.

You see, I died years ago… that time no one knew because it came without blood.

Call me crazy, I’m just alone I'm not lazy.

Call me an addict, I just want to run away, another bad day.

The truth is I want to murder me, make me quiet so these thoughts wont keep controlling me.

So they wont keep devoting me. To every truth I held to keep your...