Death Is Only Selfish to the Living
I find no join in life, no hope for the future. Â Loneliness is all I’ve ever known. Â I don’t know who I am, I live vicariously through others as if I’d made a conscious decision to die within myself. Â My soul is weary and my flesh is weak. Â The odds have never been in my favor. Â The thought of living another day pains me. Â Death seems so peaceful.
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I could not have said it better. Agree wholeheartedly with all you wrote