I'm numb to the world
Ever since I was traumatized I started to realise there's no real reason to stay alive
So I sit here and hope I die, will I kill myself? I don't know yet. I have a wife I've got two daughters but I'm also like "why bother"
They can move on without me, and if they can't well there's always suicide. My brother taught me that. I've been thinking about how he must've felt, lately I think I know exactly what that feels like.
Numb to the world, every day I'm a little colder. I wake up and I'm depressed take a shower and get dressed make it to work barely on time or mostly late. Spend the whole day full of resentment and hate. I hate it here this truly is hell, maybe hell can't be much worse than what the world is nowadays. Nobody cares about any body and I've started to not care about myself. Keeping myself alive is exhausting and it's costly, and does it even benefit society? Maybe consumerism but that's about it.
This world is nothing but tough shit and I'm still wondering around like a drunk misfit
