When you think of committing suicide, you think;
Head in the oven
The things that go quick, makes it end all at once .
I commit every time I light a cig,
Or chose to drink till I black out .
Mine goes slow , my suicide .. doesn’t happen all at once .
It kills my soul, bc thats the real problem .
My soul is a monster, my emotions are demonic, my thoughts are sadistic .
You commit to die, I commit to live .
To live on with the world and the beauty it upholds .
Inside my head is the problem, you can’t always blame the world for the issues you’re thrown .
Some wounds are self inflicted, and well for me , thats exactly what it is .
We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.(via losingthe-war)