mf's saying they're healing while they heard birds singing and still rotting in bed.

me when Spotify: (I'm going insane)

1:18 / I can't change what's in front of me, a gaze lifeless that wants to bury me.

what if we both ended up here?
what if you shared the pain that I feel?

2:01 in your head
you're the good and I'm the bad🗣🗣🗣.

saying I wanna kms isn't enough, I need a calendar to circle every day that I thought about ending my shit.

according to my plans, I was prepared to be gone from 2 business years ago. wtf am I doing here.

the only vibe I bring into function is leading everyone and everything to death.

عزیزم ببخشید بین صداهای مغزم درگیری فیزیکی پیش اومد رفته بودم از هم جداشون کنم، خب چی میگفتی؟

کاش آدم‌ها در طول روز هم ساکت و بی‌آزار می‌بودن اونوقت دیگه نیاز نبود سلامت روانم رو در راه سکوت و آرامشِ شبانه و فضای شخصی از دست بدم.

Life update:

دوست دارم برم بیرون اما بیرون پُر از آدم هست.

it's the AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH for me.

It's quiet here, like I dreamed.
no response, no screams.
Its like dying. / 2:17
If you could believe,
that it's painless to go,
Let go, and cease to breathe.

I don't need to get good nights, I need to get stabbed and sleep forever.

mf's saying be realistic when their whole existence is such a dad jokes. (I'm the mf's)

یه طناب گرفتم دستم که منشعب میشه به چندین قلاده و من‌های دیگه‌ام رو با هزار جور بدبختی کنترل میکنم.