the bottle is empty, the cap is twisted, begging to be used, and so are you
It's not dramatic.
It's not profound.
It's not dangerous.
It's not anything.
It's nothing. Nothing. Nothing. It's nothing.
Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothing.
And then you go crazy from the nothing.
That's why people kill themselves. It's not the sadness itself, in the end. It's not how screwed up life is that gets you. It's, like, depression makes you so bored and listless and mired that suddenly you snap and just shoot yourself in the head. You just get so sick of sitting there, barely able to do anything, wanting to do less and less and less, that you swallow a bottle of pills. You jump off a building. You step in front of a bus, you stick your head in an oven, you drop rocks in your pocket and walk into the middle of a lake, you lock yourself in the car in your garage, you shoot up with air, you slit your wrists in the tub. It's energy that your mind won't let your body expend just driving you fucking batty, until that energy MAKES you do something. And by then, you're so fucked up anyway...
God dammit. Just ignore me, mmk?
It's not profound.
It's not dangerous.
It's not anything.
It's nothing. Nothing. Nothing. It's nothing.
Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothing.
And then you go crazy from the nothing.
That's why people kill themselves. It's not the sadness itself, in the end. It's not how screwed up life is that gets you. It's, like, depression makes you so bored and listless and mired that suddenly you snap and just shoot yourself in the head. You just get so sick of sitting there, barely able to do anything, wanting to do less and less and less, that you swallow a bottle of pills. You jump off a building. You step in front of a bus, you stick your head in an oven, you drop rocks in your pocket and walk into the middle of a lake, you lock yourself in the car in your garage, you shoot up with air, you slit your wrists in the tub. It's energy that your mind won't let your body expend just driving you fucking batty, until that energy MAKES you do something. And by then, you're so fucked up anyway...
God dammit. Just ignore me, mmk?