breaking down every single minute.

2nd time im seeing myself dead.

i really wish im dead now.

maybe its time .

im tired.

i lost the will to survive.

just choosing the day i will finally let go of everything and disappear.

then,

everybody will be happy.

maybe they will be sad.

but time heals.

i know i would be forgotten.

its okay,

my needs and thoughts were never known anyway.

goodbye.

might be the last time i post here.

might not?

we'll see.

nobody cares.

never will.

only a matter of time people sees this.

till then its too late.

today,

i see myself sitting on a chair .
with a razor blade, cutting through my wrist.
bright red blood flowing through my hand.
the light-headedness.
amazing.

i see the ambulance.
i said my goodbyes.
i see my brother calling.

i hear my name pronounced dead.
i wandered around.

i disappeared from your lives.
i wondered what happens after that.