I want to kill myself, but I won't.
Are you uncomfortable now?
I wish I was never born.
Are you uncomfortable now?
I wish I could end my suffering.
Are you uncomfortable now?
If you are, imagine living in my head.
Unable to politely smile and excuse myself.
Having to live with uncomfortable truths with no escape.
It's dark, with no light at the end of the tunnel.
There's no simpathy, no compassion.
No solice.
Are you uncomfortbale now?
Me too. So I'll stop. For you.
About the Creator
Sage Silva
I write the words I can not speak, it brings me comfort in ways I can’t explain, it has been the only way to process what goes on inside my head.
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