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Tired of life. Loveless, alone, hopeless romantic, striving to not struggle.
Sometimes I stay up all night for no reason listening to the trains go by as I continue to work up the courage to lay my neck on the railroad line.
I been trying anti-depressants, but each time they're changed they always don't work yet always do the same which is not work.
The dreams I have if I can sleep are only nightmares. The only reason I eat is because I don't enjoy the feeling of starving. It's near impossible to stop breathing. After one failed attempt of dying my sleep meds were taken away.
Professionals rather I suffer long my whole life instead of a short day. I'm told by others that tomorrow will be a better day.
It's always the same with how I feel: unloved just wanting to disappear.
Whenever I try to succeed I fail. Whenever I try to stop trying to succeed I fail.
I thought I understood people. I thought I understood life. Women say they would date me, but if I present any interests towards them they refuse to give any response.
I never enjoyed the feeling of cutting. Could never find a nice ledge for a rope.
Each time I'm brought to a hospital I'm tortured to boredom so I can admit I'm okay in a place where they refuse to let me die... Then I'm let go back into the open world so I can feel the same on meds that never seem to work.
I don't really want sex. It's enjoyable, but pointless to me with another person I hardly know.
I just want a hug from someone that truthfully loves me.. like how my mom did when I was a very young kid.
If there aren't any volunteers to put a slug in my head, preferably with a shotty, I'll just keep working up the courage so I can stop acknowledging I'll never be loved again.
The last thing I'll see, feel and hear will be the first thing I ever loved which were trains if no one can fire a fingerprint less bullet into my noggin in a far away region away from town.
Then again I would like my body to be buried... And let my divorced parents be given the last opportunity to see me away with words of love that I'll never hear..
- by Zaku Viviteal |
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- | Submitted on 07/13/2014 |
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- Title: I'll pay you to kill me.
- Artist: Zaku Viviteal
- Description: My opinion from experience of how it is to be empty, unloved, wanting to not be alive anymore.
- Date: 07/13/2014
- Tags: love hopeless
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