I was doing it wrong 2017

Lost soul wandering the walk of life switching between heels and kicks every step that it takes.
In hopes to run off a cliff instead of building bridges just to burn them down to the same amount of ash I create every night.
I’d rather bury myself alive than bury my “self” alive and bring everyone down with me.
Feeling like the whole world is walking in on my fifth suicide attempt and patting me on the back as false comfort.
Starting to hate those awake as much as asleep—-
at least they know what THEY want.
There’s no purpose in this as much as there is in anything.
Dry eyes without tears.
This is not how I want to live my life.

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