262nd Post

A new month.

But does it feel new?

It's just another month of dread.
And misery.

Once again.
I entertain thoughts of suicide.

And leaving aside.
All my half accomplishments.

Sparing a thought.
For no one's feelings.

I hate everyone.
I curse thee.

Everyone can just drop dead and burn in hell.

The lines grow.
More blood flows.

How much more can i take?
Only time will tell.

Already.
I have crossed my wrist with silver.