NO_REMORSE

self inflicted demise. hunger for pain. death wish

diseased. not depression. destined to die

pestilence. my mind. wishes for destruction

cannot be sated. why

What i am, who i have become. what am i ?

drives a blade into my heart.

watch my soul leave the body.

count

Everybody is either paid off, in a trance, or a zombie.

by literally everything. but let me explain my reality differently. i am stuck between life and death. melting. the place i find myself in is evil, and against me. but i created this for myself.. am i still in control? i can feel the friction as these walls slowly crush me. i am afraid of myself. have i really sold my soul?

Too bad im in another hell. One that isn’t just deluded thoughts, or a different kind of them. Honestly fuck this life. I dont give a shit about anything except ending my own life for the past year. Why am i still here? I have nothing left to say anymore. When i finally off myself i hope its painful, and i hope i can regret it before i reach my fate.

They don’t deserve it, and neither do I.

I do not understand why i visit this place. Do i merely refresh my mind to the only viable escape? My struggle seems more meaningless to myself than others these days. My state of mind is constantly fleeting. Is there a limit to blocking out the pain? Forgetting, to the point of forgetting the idea to forget. That still is not enough. For what remains is a dark twisted view, partly unveiled to the beholder, partly unveiled to you reading. Always hanging above a cliff.

But i can tell you what lies at the bottom of this cliff. It is a prison. Dark and mysterious, filled […]

when am i gonna wake up from this bad dream.

A wasted life a wasted life im just counting time and chasing highs

Im sedated all beneath my eyes my mood changes up like morning tides

No release today its mountain high seeking another way to feel alive

No more peace to find so please rewind i need a miracle to save my life

i feel like a disease i need to cleanse for the rest of the world around me. I feel rejected here, to the very atoms of my being. Everything is so tragic, to the point where i question the universe. But at the same time, its all meaningless. I don’t want to experience any longer. I’m sick of wasting time.

My world feels evil. Nothing makes sense, and i just want to die.

Day by day, it goes on.

The pain of existence.

Nothing seems to make it go away.

I feel dead already, and have for a while.

Actually, i don’t feel anything at all.

How much longer do i have to put up with this?

I am at my lowest point.I’m only here for one request. If there is a higher power, please. End my suffering.

To what extent have I put myself in this position.

It is so shallow, it makes me sick.

I’m slowly crumbling away.

Willful ignorance, but never in control.

The light revealed itself, but the darkness already consumed me.

I’m not sure whats real anymore.

It’s all a sham.

My fate was sealed.

God please give me the power to end my own life.

I hate you. I hate looking back at you. Fuck you.

I shattered my reflection today. Punched my mirror and ruined my hand. Im not sure why.. I just want everything to fall to pieces, just like that mirror.

Than i looked down at my hand which was covered in blood with glass shards stuck inside my knuckles. Saw what my pain had manifested into.

I just want to die.

If i slash my arms they will finally leave me the fuck alone. Ill cut so deep, everywhere. There will be so much blood, they will send me to the ER. I hope i cut all my insides out. I hope i pass out in a pool of my own blood. Then they will finally understand, finally leave me alone. This is what they asked for. Forcing me to be alive..

And fuck the people who claw and scratch me upon my descent to hell.