Paul Ambrose
I mean, you stop trying when you realize you'll never be enough.
always the idiot with the slowest heart and lowest worth, right? go ahead, yell at me more, father and mother. tell me how useless, lazy, selfish and horrible I am. how i do everything wrong, how i screw everything up. won't matter anyways, when you see my maggot ridden, bloated, decomposing corpse, right? atleast it'll be quiet for me. no longer will i stare foolishly at your faces when you yell, no longer will i object vocally to anything you say.
i will give you the peace you want, mother , and father
my only escape is sleeping.
yet i can’t even do that anymore.
xoxo