I been off my meds for the past few days. And i feel as if the fact of what if i am already dead. My vioce keep whispering me to get it over with, but i know that hurting or killing myself will only bring those that know me more pain. I know that i can’t ecaspe this. Death is for all of us. We just dont know when it will be.
And now a poem i bring you.
If death is full of tragedy.
Then why does it enlighten me.
Such deserace and misery.
Why do we hold the chages or the balance that sways.
(Sorry for spelling error i am just tired.)
What if what we are living in on this earth is purgatory?
What if so. Idk i just though i share my depressing thoughts about life and theory? Anyway i just wanted to vent about some stuff and explain a weird thought i had that maybe true. Idk to be honest though.