Go ahead, kill me.
It’s crazy because as much as I wanna die, I’ll continue to put on that seatbelt. It’s crazy because as much as I wanna die nothing will bring me to hurt my family so much. As much as I wanna die, fear has a tighter grip than the regrets I live with, strangling me. I’ll continue to crack jokes as if I have a personality. I’ll continue to laugh with you as if I’m not thinking about slicing my wrists. Suicide is hard but I can’t help but to think that living is just as hard.










