Death seems inevitably appealing, come now, come soon, life has curled up and left nothing to kick for. It has left nothing but shatters painstakingly terrible, I cannot begin to feel any, they’re beyond my capacity, a drowning anchor to my existence, a draining plague to my soul. Where did it start? Why did it happen? Did I deserve it? Countless questions with endless answers, none that I seem to know, or maybe they’re anonymous, it was meant to end as blurry as it did. Lost between my heart and mind, searching for a light, for a tunnel to seep through but it’s all the blues. My eyes have crackled, flamed by tears that rained down more times than infinite. I can’t breathe, my chest is a hefty load that I’d stab to feel air ooze through as blood gushes out, oh the relief..The relief of knowing, there’s no chance for misery to cripple your heart, nothing to metastase onto your life, eating you out, leaving you hollow. There will be no better days, so dear death, come now, come soon.