"sometimes,

i can't help but to listen

to the demons in my head.

they're always there,

always screaming,

they've never gone away.

i'm up

late at night

crying.

no one loves me,

i am so worthless.

what's my purpose?

why am i still here?

i'm a piece of junk

sitting there

rotting.

i'm gonna die anyways

why can't i just do it now?"