Death of me
Going crazy is definitely a full time job and I am the employee of the month. To give my all is to destroy myself, as per usual, I cannot function otherwise, that’s who I am.
Tag: depression
Late Night Confessions
Shit is getting real way too fast and the nights are long, way too long for your liking. In those painstakingly long hours you breathe uncertainty and loneliness seeps, bleeds into your bones.
Regrets
Sometimes surviving is trying hard to fall asleep before you fall apart. Sometimes self-destruction is trying to keep going until you just physically cannot do it anymore.
The day I died
I blackout. I fast forward to me sitting in my car in pajamas, driving through a popular street in the city. A five second feeling of an open window, wind and a warm summer night.
Time and change
You think about the end of time quite often. And after that you feel the obligation to think about life as much as possible as well. It’s strange; you’ve wasted so much time just to understand the real meaning of it.