They only wanted to save me but I never needed to be saved.
The only “saving” I wanted was freedom to drown with my demons until the end and kiss them goodbye.
…but they could’ve never understood. They wouldn’t understand that I had made peace with my sins and was now ready to let them eat me up.
Allow fear to dine on my soul while hurt and regret feast on my hunger to carry on.
It’s funny how the world always expects you to be swinging while you’re actually hanging.
How society expects you to be swimming when you’re actually drowning.
How they always say it was just a sudden cough, instead of a struggled choke.
Hey listen! I’m not laughing, I’m crying and soon I will be dying and not playing.