It’s wierd how I used to tell people death was not the answer to problems…I used to have such this possitive outlook..Ot at least I pretended too….And than things happen..molestation..abuse and I fell I can’t carry on…Everything I used to believe in is gone and the satrs fall from the sky one by one and I grasp looking for light only to catch darkness….
They tell me I’m crazy..Because I now know death is the only escape from this twisted reality..This sadistic worl full of lies….When truth melts to lies and you no longer no the difference between reality or nightmares it’s scary….It’s fucke up…And memories come back to fuck with me and everyting is just pain…The knife takes it away for a little while but soon that does not even help….soon the burnings don’t help…Watching my blood….sccaring my body no longer helps….And thats when I know I am read for death……….