Sometimes you’ve got to let it go.
You have to let go because holding on is too painful.
Or being forced to live makes you resentful.
This world is interrupting my peace.
Broken, incomplete and unworthy.
It’s not you, it’s me.
This thing called life is feeling so heavy.
The days feel so long and empty.
I keep telling myself it all has meaning.
That the world is filled with beauty.
But in reality, it’s all so ugly.
Ahead lies a journey with no map, no compass, no anything.
A slave to this body with far too many necessities.
I breathe in real slow and try to take it all in.
All the fear, the pain, and sin.
Awaiting my next life to begin.
Praying for forgiveness.
As I sit back and slit these wrists.