I want to die, but there's this naïve part of me that thinks everything will get better.
It doesn't make sense to me why I still have that sliver of hope, even though my circumstances show that things won't get better.
I wish I could just throw that part of myself away and just leave.
I would have a better life in the next life, at least that's what I hope.
It doesn't make sense to me why I still have that sliver of hope, even though my circumstances show that things won't get better.
I wish I could just throw that part of myself away and just leave.
I would have a better life in the next life, at least that's what I hope.
