No more windows to the future.. having to live for today. No more dreams if white picked fences but living for to make it through today. Struggles to stay sane with every corner losing a bit daily. I used drugs to ease my pain now I use pain to remember I am even alive. Wishing daily death will take me to my grave.... Oh wait I have already died just waiting for the funeral.
Call me insane, But to struggle any further seems torture.... Tired of people telling me to just deal with it. Suicide? Nooo I have already died! Now you have the right to call me WickedAngel