I'm seriously considering this, to just give up and leave all hope behind.
Somedays it just feels like I can't take it anymore.
It sucks when I just wanna lay down and die.
But that's how I feel.
And I know this is going to disturb my artworks vere negative.
But it's not much I can do about it.
I'm tired of this shit, I can't take it anymore.
I'm to fuckin' close to that damn edge.
And I just feel like falling.
Sometimes when I stand on mountains or cliffs I get that feeling to take a step forward.
And fall, It scares me.
I scare the shit out of myself when I'm just thinking.
AHHH!!! Zoloft wont help anymore.
I'm gonna paint my room pink and see if it can make me gay. (gay meant happy some years ago).
I don't wanna grow old, take me back to the old days.
When you could run around and don't care about the future.
My mind is a cage, and I'm trapped, I'm feeling autistic.
Goodbye, I'm gonna hide myself in my locker, and hopefully never gonna find myself again.