Tw* talks of death and su¡cidal ideation
I imagine death so much it feels more like a blessing
Something to escape to something to erase me
Something that I long for knowing I'll never die for
I imagine death so much it feels more like a wish for me
I want to get out of here, its something to get me out of here
I need to focus on my life, everyone who needs me
what about who I need, what about me please??
What about my life deems it worth more, worth living for, worth staying for??
I imagine my death so much it feels more like a prophecy
Will I do it this time, unsure, will I make it true?
What's stopping me other than my aching heart, who's holding me back except my unwilling arms
I imagine my death so much i know I'll never do it
It's something that escapes me, something I can't chase see
Thanks to everyone who needs me for wishing I dont die, for hoping that I see them, for hoping I dont cry
I wish a wish would help me but after all its just a wish, I wish to kiss with death and she hopes we never kiss.