>God please just fucking kill me.
>This shitfest of a life has gone on for too long
>Everyday 2,500 years of achievement is slowly being destroyed in the name of "progress"
>Reality is depressing and fiction is unproductive.
>Why should I live if Tomorrow is going to be shittier than yesterday?
>What can I do about it?
>I just want someone to hug and cuddle with, but instead I get no one
>Just me.
>Just user.
>How do you guys live with this?
>How have you all not offed yourselves yet?
>If things don't improve, either I'm going down, or I'm festering in depression.
>Please help.
> And If i lose my mental, just hold my hand.
>Even if you Dont understand, Please stay by my side
>Till 3005.
Scars
By 3005 user
Why do I get out of bed each morning?
No one to do it for except myself
Hounded by darkness and by my yearning
I get a knife off of the kitchen shelf
Metal meets the flesh and enters my skin
Giving Relief from all that ails my mind
Blood flows out of the cuts made by my sin
The cuts are stories, each one of a kind
I get a first aid kit and clean my arm
Soon, a wrap of cloth surrounds my new scars
Another round of destructive self harm
Complete, but I still want her, so afar
The ink flows down into the dark fury
And All I really want is just..
Yuri.
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