I don’t deserve the air in my lungs.
I don’t deserve the beat in my heart.
I don’t deserve the blood pumping through my veins.
What if I ended it all?
Would anyone mourn?
Probably not.
I have a razor, I know where to find pills, I know where father hides the gun, and I have a rope.
The question is to die now or die slowly from life’s pain.
Okay. Wut. I’ve never had a problem with blood but I’m laying here and the blood is coming out of my arm and I just got really dizzy just of the sight. That’s great.
