That gets me thinking about my approaching death. Death - the birth of my end. A begining to an end.
I have romantised my death so much so that I fantasise about it at times. It comforts me that one day all of this noise and music will stop. That i will be forgotten and i will not even remember that.
But i am impatient for this destiny to forth, i want it now. If i were to complete my final act and have my beauty froze. To shorten this life i know i have lived enough.
I am certain of this death and often anticipate my end. Surviving everyday has become so tiring.
Lord if u be, grant me this wish.
End me.
Im tired
And scared
(Typos ik)
Sometimes my empathy turns to apathy.
At times my rage is hard to contain.
Why must I feel so intensely.
When I’m sad my world is crumbling.
When I’m mad you’ll feel my wrath.
I’m loving and kind.
I’m mean and moody.
I’m tired guys.
Emotionally.
Mentally.
Physically.
Tired.