Insomniac Butterfly
Sad
- Mar 24, 2025
- 25
Ive said it all countless times, crying it out through these pixels, but it's never enough.
It needs to come out, but there's no way for it to be let out. This feeling never will be expunged.
I will never know peace in this world.
There's nothing to hang onto anymore but the misery itself.
Every relationship is dead with burnt bridges.
My sense of agency and self smothered.
I now genuinely want to die more than I want to live. I don't know when that changed exactly, but it was recent.
I don't want miracles.
I don't want things to change for the better.
I want to be ignored by the world until I have the guts to finish the body off.
I wish the desire to be pitied by and cuddled until I die would go away.
I miss when the gift of life felt like a gift, and not torture.
Good night.., and thank you for reading it you had.
It needs to come out, but there's no way for it to be let out. This feeling never will be expunged.
I will never know peace in this world.
There's nothing to hang onto anymore but the misery itself.
Every relationship is dead with burnt bridges.
My sense of agency and self smothered.
I now genuinely want to die more than I want to live. I don't know when that changed exactly, but it was recent.
I don't want miracles.
I don't want things to change for the better.
I want to be ignored by the world until I have the guts to finish the body off.
I wish the desire to be pitied by and cuddled until I die would go away.
I miss when the gift of life felt like a gift, and not torture.
Good night.., and thank you for reading it you had.
