I Think About Death
Today I want to scream and cry, I want out of my body so bad. The thought of taking another breath really makes me want a gun. Perhaps today is just another bad in a long long line of many. It is only a bad day if I say it is and deem it to be so, I know full well that my thoughts and feelings are choices I make. The unfortunate part of that is that I choose to be uninterested and don't want to be a part of this life. Misery and loneliness have nothing to do with it, I feel neither of those things right now. I just want out and think the time is drawing nearer for me to stop talking and start doing, meanwhile I just go through the motions of a somewhat normal life.