May 29, 2016
Death is nice
Me:*is tired of waking up to this fucked up world every day * Death: hey dude what’s up . Me:hey nothing much . *we both talk for an hour or so * Death: well I have to go . Me: please take me with you I think it’s my time nothing’s getting better like people say,everything just gets worse it’s like a big black hole that no one can get me out of. Death: sweet child it’s not your time yet trust me I know you want to come .I know your an angel that ,wants to go home it’s no time yet but please stay strong it will come in time. Me: but it’s all happening so slowly that I just can’t anymore. Death: I know but trust me soon you’ll get your wings sweet angel i promise * leaves as I slowly starting to curl up in a ball and cry*