Killing myself, again and again.

Bad day, remember last night, others may see nothing spectacular. Nothing special. But it was to me. It was a day that turned a good couple of days into a, quite frankly fucked up nightmare.

 


Not having it. Don’t need them.
I do,
The pain, the death, the sorrow the sadness.

Crush my ribs, burst my lungs, take away my last breath.

I am a used, redundant attachment to life.

An empty vessel,
A hollow soul,
A bad mess,

I am the living that has given up living.
An empty shell of…
…not my former self, but any former human.

I am useless, stupid, left, alone, crying, desperate, dead.

This is what happens, when you kill yourself again, and again,
From the inside.
So much that you don’t feel or notice.
Anything but the extreme pain.

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