creativeshamen

What does that tell you about the world we live in when the rich and supposedly famous are punching out. Always been fascinated by suicide. The sad backdoor to fucken nowhere but away from the pain and haunting world. How often have I not fallen sleep with my ear against the door. Listening for my sign. Why do we cling to hope... I can see the last rays of light crawling into the shadows. The doors clicked open and it beckons. Whenever I'm ready. See you soon.