true love = suicide?
It has come to that point where I am actually wondering why the fuck im here? I clearly cannot die so whats up with that? Is love suppose to hurt that much that someone actually jumps off a rooftop to end the pain? I loved just a little too much
So no, I cant die. wish I knew that before I put myself in the prison under my own skin and bones.
constantly thinking, living, wishing that I could go back and run up those fire escape stairs and pull me down from the edge
telling myself that all it would do was to cut of the things that really matters. my freedom. my precious freedom has always been my safetynet
to have the superpower to not be scared of a single thing or being , to run away from all the problems and thoughts. but as much as the drugs made the thoughts stick to my brain they will be my way to freedom again
Anyway whoever made that last comment that I am religious is straight up confused as fuck.. sorry wrong person.
(Says the person whos about to read "walking in faith" that someone here told me to read because this other guy was paralyzed and started walking after reading it. im skipping all the bible crap tho)