I wake up feeling disappointed at myself. Why am I still here? In this toxic hell I call my life. I stand around doing nothing getting mentally beaten day after day night after night when will it all end. End a grim voice echoes in my mind, as I stop to imagine if it was one of my morbid personalities trying to get out. In the meantime my body is also hellishly twisting it’s self to look like the voice that’s in my head. I look in a mirror at myself Damm all I need is horns and a tail. I shake my head with my eyes closed and I keep telling myself a fast death is better then a slow mental one. Then silence?
MY MENTAL DEATH