Eternal Rest

i don’t know where my emotions start and my emptiness ends.

all i do is try to find them at the bottom of a bottle. hoping they’ll show up. they never do. maybe that’s all i’m good for, drinking myself into oblivion.

why do i keep putting myself through this? life, i mean. it’s completely meaningless.

‘what happened that makes you want to die?’ ha, like i’d tell you

‘what ways do you think of killing yourself? nice try

‘suicide isn’t the answer’ you don’t know the fucking question