sick

increasingly painful. I was lonely.

shortness of it..remember everything while my heart is empty.

I want to rip my chest.

I cut my veins.

I think I lived enough.

it feels heavy.

after having my eye blindness.

after it made me to be mute and deaf.

I'm not dead quarter.

my soul and body to die half.

remaining stuck into the rest of my life compulsion to stay.

I tried to stand.

I failed.

I tear up.

I'm tired of always nosebleeds because of holding tight in the chest.

"Lord, take me away far from here,

I was afraid to live

I was vulnerable ..

Sir help me, I'm tired knees,

I'm tired of complaining,

I want to be just a pile of ashes,

like the old days before I feel alive "