Why do we try? One swipe, one, stab, one shot and its over. No more hassles, no more fight, no more struggle. No more isolation, depression, desperation, no more thoughts. Just action, commitment, sacrifice. It would be worth it. I don’t want relief. I know I’ll never get it, why wishful think? I’m beyond relief. Relief is something thats there, yet out of reach. There is only numbness left for me, but even thats a feeling. So nothing would be better than this! Cause what we [at least I] have is worse than nothingness, worse than death! So, why try? When we could be dead and done… nothingness… would… be a…welcome!
DEAD AND DONE