If I die tonight it would be because that is the only aspect of my life that I have control over. Don’t pass your petty judgment on me and call me a coward. Say what you want about my life and my death, but I fought my way through to the very end. I gave it everything I had. There is nothing left of me. I am drained of every last drop of life that’s runs through me, yet my heart still beats and my brain still function, but anything that use to be me is just an illusion brought on by your desire not to notice. So if you can’t see and don’t want to see, what should you care if I take razor to skin and finally be free from my tortured hell.
