sitting in a cold library
sitting in a cold library
don't know what's going on anymore
staring at an excessively bright screen
feeling all too insecure
that monstrous creature can't wait to suck away every inch of my soul
temptation brings me closer towards him
and i almost reach out to give in
but i stop in my tracks
not sure where to go
not sure what to do
not sure if this is the life i want to end
is it better to continue living in this state, or to end it all?
i suppose, i just like to torture myself.
i don't love life all that much. perhaps it's just the experience of pain that keeps me going.