What’s the point
We are going to die
So why does it matter
Does anything actually matter
I should end it quicker
I make no difference to anyone
There’s nothing left to be happy about anymore
I am going to die anyway
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I say that whatever doesn’t kill you makes you try harder.
Imagine how easy it would be to just take a bottle of pills or something simple slice on your wrist or just jump. Why can’t it just happen.
My tear soaked pillow mourns the absence of drought
The piles of tissues in the corner regret their existence
My heart begs to beat again and feel the warm embrace
The confusion sets in with unbearable force
If only I were perfect would you like me? Would you come back?
Would you realize that your words sting like sandpaper?
Or when I cry it feels like acid
If only you understood what really happened
If you could only listen
Hear my frail cries
If I were different
Would you notice?
Or would it matter to you if I wasn’t there at all.
I […]
As tears stream down my face
Your world moved on anyway
You left me at my darkest hour
But I still managed to find a flame
You said goodbye without speaking
You left me there with no explanation
And that…
That is what hurt the most
In a heartbeat you gave up on me
But in a lifetime I never gave up on you
I wish I could forget you
Like the way you gave up on me
I must forget you
All those painful memories
Being honest to myself and realizing
You do me no good
You make me want to change
I need to face this ruthless loneliness
I need to hear myself for a change
This so called freedom is unfamiliar
Due to your heavy memories that still linger after your absence