My continued existence is worse than death
Yet I still live on
Trying to force apathy upon myself
To replace my depression with numbness
I tell myself that it’s worked…
That I don’t feel anything anymore…
But deep down, I know that I’ll never
Be anything resembling “positive”
Life is my coffin
And it’s time to shut the lid
One final action
And this will all end…
One final action
And this will all end…
One final action…
I can’t fight the inevitable…
So I embrace it…
Embrace suicide…
I want to die alone and cold
And hating myself for every moment of hope that I ever had