I have trudged through the murky waters of existence
I do not know how many more years I can promise resistance
You and I both know I am doomed in these conditions
Eventually, death is destined to be my decision
And at that point, it will not matter if I am forgiven
All you can do is accept my eventual riddance
In the end, I cannot help but to laugh maniacally at my sickness
For even the grief is ultimately futile and meaningless
Until the time comes that I bow my head to the noose
I will remain among the living, not for me, but for you
That does not make it easy to not to burn down my roots
We all have our ways of distracting from the memories of abuse
So please, when I do eventually resort to suicide
I beg you not to make believe that I have not tried
With each passing day, these thoughts are amplified
But I will ensure you are happy, before I have died
NurmGuts
Dude ur fine?
DrunkGecko
idk anymore