sometimes death feels neccesary, so i take alot of pills and smoke a pack of full flavors. i then go outside into the cold, and feel the same bitterness it feels. i layed down submerging myself in the frost and look up, waiting. i lay still, hoping, that i die by something. Something that never let me down, something that has never felt hopeless, something that doesnt love nor hate, something pure and something true and for certain…
