KenDuh
New Member
- Nov 1, 2025
- 4
I don't have the strength to do a lot of things. I place myself in a world of nothingness. I try to embrace death, but it's not as easy as some make it seem. The only thing that kills me a little is loneliness. But then I remember, I need to walk an unthinkable path, there nobody will help me, and nobody will be waiting. Loneliness is not as pretty. I fear the void that hides behind our bodies, but I do not trust those who say that there's more. I tremble to the idea of cutting my arteries, but I cannot stop thinking about it. It makes me sick, more than I have ever been. So I do it once more, because maybe I want to be sick, and instead of dying old, I would prefer dying of this illness.
