
Wormfood
I like people... I said it
- May 23, 2022
- 131
I look at my phone. No new notifications. I'm not important enough to contact. I visualize walking to the bank looking at the treacherous waves and the dark water. Didn't want it to come to this but I must do this else I'll be homeless, miserable and I'd probably have a nervous breakdown to wander the streets naked, eat from trash cans and beg people. I'm already a charity case. I'm a bag of complaints. I'm always a downer. I'm a sorry excuse of a person. I must do this. Nothing is worth it. I don't want to live for another millisecond. Drowning is an awful way to go but I'm sure that it will work. It's a bonus if something bites me in the water. If I sink to the bottom I'll be fish food than wormfood. Then there would be no corpse for a funeral. I somehow feel like a funeral is disrespecting my body with people putting on a show of giving a damn. Sick of reaching out. Sick talking. When you accept that you're going to die there is a certain relief that comes. Probably want to eat my favorite food before I go an leave a well written note to whom it may concern. Why do we all get the impulse to say goodbye? Things just seem off without saying goodbye.