die.

Sometimes I think it would be better if I just die


I think, just being born into this world, having to witness all the ugliness of it is bad enough.

To feel like your existence is someone's burden is living hell

To not having the peaceful life you want is torment

what's the point of living anymore?

I have no passion. I admit, I am acting like I'm living

I adopt a hobby or a dream then fine-tune it into my motivation to keep the act on

I have no idea what I would be doing otherwise, maybe I would jump into the train or fall off the top floor of a sky scraper?


I'm feeling the urge of being killed. To slowly be torn into pieces.


Why, I wonder, why life is so light in my eyes? i wonder...