I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I've burned. I fear no hell from you.
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@suicidal-silhouette
I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I've burned. I fear no hell from you.
It gets old, doesn't it?
Endlessly scrolling on here,
Looking for something that'll help,
Desperately grasping at the empty words someone else has typed in an attempt to escape their chasm of darkness and depression...
We're in the same boat, you and I.
Different circumstances, yes
But still just as broken, just as sad, and angry, and hurt, and confused.
So, I'll keep typing my empty words and trying to escape this dark, depressing chasm if you promise to keep reading and sharing it like you always have.
Some days it's all that keeps me going.
Single af.
Depressed af.
Undesirable af.
No one is ever who they say they are...
So if I call myself a monster,
Does that make me a Saint?
Or something worse?
Each night we lay our heads upon our pillows of lies and silently concoct the next days fallacies while we forget our own treasons. And each morning we lift our heads and open our eyes to a fabricated world where nothing is ever as it seems.
So you see, if everything isn't what it is, and everything is what it isn't, are we so different from Alice?...
Is this not Wonderland?
I love nighttime.. No one can see the depression on your face..
And I love my pitch black room because no one can see me cry.
I listen to my thoughts echo off the walls while I tell myself everything is okay until I believe the figments of my imagination and my blood is replaced by the fallacies of a dead man walking.
You went from being my world to being the reason I want to leave this world.
You eventually get to the point Where you’ve tried so hard To forget someone That you begin to question If it ever really happened Or if it’s Just in your head.
But I’m not even worth remembering.
Everyone likes looking up at the sky right?
Seeing the beautiful sunrises and sunsets..
Depression is seeing that the skies are beautiful...
Maybe even beautiful enough to bring a tear to your eye...
But knowing that beyond the skies is a cold, black, dead void.
Never able to escape it.
Never able to just look at the sky and enjoy it.
I've always been told that hope is what keeps you going when you don't have anything to live for..
But what if my hope is to finally die?
What's keeping me alive?
My life's always been a mistake.
From the moment of my accidental conception..
To my pointless existence now..
And until my long anticipated death.
Have you ever wanted to douse your house in gasoline and light the bitch on fire just to erase everything and start over again?
That's my mood today.
I just wanna watch the world burn.