When there's no one left
I'm trying to hang in there. Trying to survive these last couple months here. You know that feeling when you were a kid? The one when you were still so afraid of the dark, but your also so tired. Suddenly it doesn't matter if the monsters under the bed come out and kill you. Doesn't matter if you wake up in the morning alive or not. Alls thy matters is sleep. If you replaced sleep with suicide, then that's where I'm at. I don't care if the monsters a demons and death comes anymore. Not afraid of the after. Now, here alls I want it to let go. I really hate my life that much. That much I'd rather fall asleep and let the monsters take me away.