Depression is like slashing at ghosts. Of course, it's tempting to finally cut something real.
The end will come like an iceberg and I will help everyone else into the lifeboats hiding my relief behind a hero's mask
A bloody knife and a smile. Why? What are you wearing?
Remember when your potential was a promise instead of a regret?
I got myself a time machine, only to learn the disappointing truth that whenever I go, then I am
How many wailing ghosts have I ignored annoyed at one more neighbors noise?
I like myself best when I remember to be kind to the prisoners
Before we teach computers to love maybe we should teach them about personal boundaries
I don't want to live forever. I'm not even sure I want the time I have
Waking up is nice for these first few moments before you remember who and what you are
Our bodies are ours to break, ours to throw into rivers, ours to light on fire, ours to launch into the depths of space
Suicidal is an ugly word. I am just homesick for a better time
Would you rather live forever or figure out how to live now
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