It Can’t Be Worse Than Here

How nice it might beTo not have to bare my teethAt every little thingThat is said to me–How nice it might have beenNot to scar my untouched skin,Not to fall down the rabbit hole againNot feel my body starting to get thin–Wasting away in front of myselfAll I ever wanted was for someone to help.But

Sleep in Peace

I don’t want to talk. I just want to die.I’m so sick of living in this endless night,So dark–Just take my life,Whisper in my ear as you slit my throat,“It will be okay. It’s time for you to go!”I think in my head I have this perfect image of dying,I’ll finally feel at peace and

Are You Sick Yet?

There might be beauty in life, but there is also beauty in death.Beauty in the darkness, the void, the nothingness, the end.Beauty in knowing there is no saving us now,Beauty in this show we call life; well, give us a bow.In the end, it’s all questioned somehow.You want to cling to this pathetic rock in