از بودن توی شرایط نامعلوم و بین زمین و آسمون بودن متنفرم لطفا یکی بیاد من رو بُکُشه تکلیفم معلوم شه.

ببخشید که با افکارِ خودکشیم ناراحتت کردم در اصل نباید صرفا افکار می‌بودن و الان باید من رو آویزون وسط حالِ خونه پیدا میکردی ولی خب.

در طول روز برای فرار از مشکلات و زندگی میخوابم و در طول شب با مشکلاتی که اصلا وجود خارجی ندارن و ساخته ذهن خودم هستن، دست و پنجه نرم میکنم.

1:01 / the silence speaks, feeding into your lies. what's the point of life? I'm dying.

"what do you want from your life?"

today, the sun and clouds make a very beautiful view for jumping through the window.

If you know you know.

how much aura did I lost when I didn't end my life last night and seeing sunrise again?

I want to enjoy a waltz dance with death and dancing with each other until we can't stand on our legs, so we sleep in a grave for a little break.

2:13 / so I keep taking my meds and I do what my doctor says. I hate myself more everyday, I guess I'll always be this way.

I pray for death every night but I keep waking up alive.

I hate everything I am and I have my friends to thank for that.

everyday I feel that I just can't do anything right.

wtf am i paying for? being fucked by life?

destruction in my mind.
I wanna be the one,
destruction all around.
we'll never meet tonight.