Honestly...

Honestly...

Is there a reason for me to live? Everyone thinks I'm joking when I say I go home and plot my death. It's just the monsters; they don't realize how easily they take over my head. But hey who cares I'll just roll over and cry on my bed. Yes while everything can rhyme there will always be that one time...where it's just not going to end well and maybe one day someone will notice and say hey you okay, but by then it will be too late and I'll just look, smile and say my last goodbye.

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[ANTO]

Sometimes things are so dark that the only chink of light is gained by staring in an abyss. Ironically we can gain some relief from promising ourselves that when the day comes, that things get too bad to handle, we will take the final step. Not fooling ourselves but having contingencies which can be a relief - enough relief to avoid that final straw being placed on our back.
A truly dark, realistic piece Anciedad. Bravo!