someone ever asked me, “do you ever think of killing yourself?”
to think of it, i never.
im too afraid of blood, pain, and knife. i dont like the thoughts of hanging myself with a rope. i despised pills and guns.
instead, i imagined someone threw a knife at my throat and left me bled to death.
some nights, i thought about bad things, very bad things.
midnights, where monsters and demons waiting for their prey
cold hands trying to grasp my hopes and crushed it to pieces
desperately wanting to be saved
love, an enigma that even one cant decipher
what i have been thinking about lately is escape, escape, escape.
i wish i could stop thinking those.
–best regards gro
n thanks to avant garde for the words.
im gonna post happy things soon.