I'm sorry for existing in anyone's life or memory.

for my broken lungs
I pray, from my pain. / 1:13

daddy issues? nah, whole family issues.

ten whole years nihilistic, they say meaning comes from what you care about. I guess it's lost on me.

touching grass is not enough I need to die eventually.

If I actually spoke my mind, I'd been kept in solitary confinement of a mental hospital.

"تو خیلی میخوابی" ممنونم دارم تمرین میکنم تا بتونم به خواب ابدی برم و دیگه بیدار نشم.

درمورد مشکلاتم آهنگ گوش میکنم و توی ذهنم سناریو می‌سازم چون اصلا چه غلطی میتونم راجبش بکنم؟ پاشم درستش کنم؟ هاها، نه.

جدی معده‌ام فرقی با دفترچه یادداشت یا خاطرات نداره از بس حرف‌های نزده‌ام رو داخلش ریختم.

1:29 / oh please. through the earth, when I start, then back in the car, you were aware. I ask you to stop. I know how you are. alone, awake alone, alone. no stopping on fire alone.

rotting in bed is the only thing in my schedule that I stick to it.

how many times do i need to kill myself in my head to make it to real life?

I love it when I don't feel a single shit.
(I'm on meds btw)