"Don't change the song, I Like it, it will help me; maybe."
I'm struggling..
Struggling to survive inside my own body but the truth is I.don't.even.want.to. breath. They say to make an effort but it's difficult when all I want is to lie down on the earth and wait until I'm not becoming a part of it; wishing that I don't grow up into a dead tree.
It physically hurts when all you see is black; tearing your skin apart to see if your blood has finally turned black or not then getting too excited as you see red liquid dripping down your now persecuted skin.
It burns sometimes. Sometimes it seeps. Sometimes it's cold when it gets dangerous to breathe and you just don't want to live.
Let it burn. Let it bleed. Let it freeze. Let it suffocate until there's nothing left of it.
"Until you hear the song stop, you have to live"
- Dark_mt_heart
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Beautiful Dead people
Short StoryThey are running far away from me; the ones who were there with me in my darkness; filling me in with so much light and now when they're gone and there's only darkness, I seek to break their skulls into pieces to gasp light and by doing so I've crea...
