I need to tell you the demon,
my own fucking mind is
really talking and working,
plotting and planning to destroy me.
I am getting loud strong messages,
to stop talking to people.
to just shut the fuck up.
Today is a mighty fine day to die.
I laid in bed and my mind just churned out ways I can do it.
So many ways. simple ways.
so, i immediately want to tell you that
I won’t be coming over later.
make up some excuse.
tell you I’m tired.
I’ve got errands to do.
something other than to be with someone and
share what is going on for me.
I don’t know what I want.
I don’t know what I believe in.
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know why I am here.
I don’t think I am of any benefit to another human being anymore.
People can only put up with madness for so long.
It feels like the same tired shit,
day after day.
Written by Fanatic.
It is better to seek forgiveness than it is permission.