the wrongs.

just let me destroy myself,
let me ruin my future,
let me kill myself slowly.

it's just me,
i'm basically nothing,
nothing to worry about.

the future is just a point of view,
mine is limited,
by everything in the world,
against me,
pulling me away,

just let me breathe,
let me experience everything bad,
nothing good can come,
from this ruined world anyway.

just let me breathe,
breathe in impurity,
feel like never before,
ive got the rest of my life,
to fix the wrongs.

breathe?

sitting here,
staring at the blank screen,
wishing it was whiskey i was drinking.

looking around the room,
nothing interesting to gaze at,
nothing good to think about.

already cried,
the shower understood,
and took my tears down the drain.

what a life to live,
is this how it feels,
to not want to breathe?