175th Post
Evening approaches.Marking the end of the day.
And the beginning of night.
As i lounge on an easy chair.
After my long slumber.
Should i give it up?
My studies.
My life.
My family.
The same thoughts runs through me on a daily basis.
Would i be better off dead?
Would the world be better off without me around?
Silence engulfs my rapidly darkening world once again.
Hello darkness.
My old friend.
Guess it's once again.
Time to conceal the wounds.
And pretend that nothing has ever happened.
Rip the eyes out.
Cut the ears off.
Cut the tongue off.
Sew the lips shut.
Time to look for the pretty razor blade.
Let it run.
On my veins.
On my neck.
Hating life as usual.
I honestly want to rest.
Not temporary.
But forever.
The anger silently boils inside me.
Like a caged animal.
Guess the only way to get rid of it.
Is to slay the keeper.
Sigh.
I don't know what to make of it anymore.
I seriously just feel like dumping everything and everyone aside.
And just sit down alone.
And drink like there is no end.
Death by blood loss.
Or.
Death by excessive drinking.
Which would be a better option?
Both sound equally appealing to me.
Sigh.
Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.
It's sufficient to drive one mad at times.
Perhaps i should not think anymore.
And just rest in peace.
Forever.
In the shadows of silence.
And the beginning of night.
As i lounge on an easy chair.
After my long slumber.
Should i give it up?
My studies.
My life.
My family.
The same thoughts runs through me on a daily basis.
Would i be better off dead?
Would the world be better off without me around?
Silence engulfs my rapidly darkening world once again.
Hello darkness.
My old friend.
Guess it's once again.
Time to conceal the wounds.
And pretend that nothing has ever happened.
Rip the eyes out.
Cut the ears off.
Cut the tongue off.
Sew the lips shut.
Time to look for the pretty razor blade.
Let it run.
On my veins.
On my neck.
Hating life as usual.
I honestly want to rest.
Not temporary.
But forever.
The anger silently boils inside me.
Like a caged animal.
Guess the only way to get rid of it.
Is to slay the keeper.
Sigh.
I don't know what to make of it anymore.
I seriously just feel like dumping everything and everyone aside.
And just sit down alone.
And drink like there is no end.
Death by blood loss.
Or.
Death by excessive drinking.
Which would be a better option?
Both sound equally appealing to me.
Sigh.
Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.
It's sufficient to drive one mad at times.
Perhaps i should not think anymore.
And just rest in peace.
Forever.
In the shadows of silence.
