I’m not wanting anyone to say stop. I’m standing on the chair in the basement of my house. I have paracord tied securely to the steel beams of the house. A noose around my neck. Smoking my favorite cigarette. With a Guinness and a tall drink of jameson.
FUCK IT. IM GONE.
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Fucking STOP!!!!
Well I’m saying stop. Just wait one more day. I won’t tell you any lies or make any positive thoughts. Just wait. Just wait. I get it, but just wait.
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STOP
Retrospective, are you around today?
Only just barely. Physical form is here. My heart is long gone to the otherside.
ffs I’m so glad you aren’t dead. I was worried you stepped off with that wire wrapped around your damn neck. Only 4 comments saying stop. I wasn’t one of them last night and for that I am sorry.
glad you’re ok!!!
Don’t be glad for anything. Were all fighting battles here. You don’t have to be sorry for anything. Fate is already written. My heart and soul are already gone. My physical form is what is here. Soon it too shall be but a memory.
Dont care what u say…. from one tool lover to another.
Something kinda sad about, the way that things have come to be, desensitized to everything. What became of subtlety.
I just thought of that song when I realised u didn’t do it.
Glad ur not dead
I’m hurt that I am not gone. I’m tired of fighting battles. I’ve been in so many physically, mentally, and emotionally compromising fights for a people that I don’t understand, I can’t even fathom the possibility of a restful nights sleep
Nothing gets better. Nothing has an optimized view. Love and life it seems will fade away. Into the nothingness.
Soon so will I. One person that has been there for each and every one of you and your family. The indicative truth of sacrafice of a life that means nothing more than a drop in oil prices.
I’ve had a daughter since 2011. I’ve been a father since the day my ex wife was impregnated. I stopped my life of benevolence and treachery. Gave EVERYTHING I could to show that I am one who will not stop. Now I’m being forced to stop. Naturally I want to pursue the dream of what I was promised.
Forsaken ME
Ashed to dust just let me lie
Lay me to rest
I’ve done my best
Just let me lie
I too am glad you are still here. I’m fighting my own hell. Different than yours but hell for me. I understand the desperation and wanting it to end. Of wondering if you will ever sleep or ever feel rested. But I hope you will just wait one more day. . . And then another. Like me. . . Trying to hope that it will get better.