I hate life.

I want to die.

But I freakin cant.

Not that I have a damn reason to be alive.

Something just stops me when I reach for a knife.

I don't want another life after I've died.

Let me be in peace.

But destruction is everywhere, even if lots of ppl cant see.

But those who can, well their just like me.

The world is cruel, but it is also beautiful. But isn't a combination like that more deadlier than poison?

It really is.

If, you've seen the true colours of harsh reality.