I want to die… slow.. plainless.. content. Because life has done the horrid torture.. erase myself silently from this world, alone.
Because watching time move frame by frame and not be able to alter it is unbearable, punishment for menial wrongdoings is torturing, the fight put up to no triumph – like whirling harder and harder only to find out…trapped..inside quicksand. The quicksand – a mind with harsh hypocritisism: dream big, who the hell do you think you are.. strive, you’ll break through, what an idiot: look around you, nobody likes you, you’re nothing…
It is too much to bear, i can no longer fight a dark […]