night crawlers

SOMETIMES I WANT THE NIGHT TO CHOKE ME.

IS THAT SO BAD?

IS IT SAD THAT I WANT RED HANDS?

SOME NIGHTS IT GETS SO BAD THAT I WISH FOR DEATH TO TAKE ME AND MY DEMONS TO BREAK ME.

SOME NIGHTS IT GETS SO BAD THAT I THINK THEY WILL.

IF YOU'RE READING THIS:

I'M HALFWAY DEAD

AND I NEED YOU TO TAKE ME TO THE OTHER SIDE.

I'M TOO WEAK FOR SUICIDE.

I NEED YOUR HELP.

THIS IS A PLEA-

PLEASE TAKE ME.

I DON'T CARE IF THERE'S A HEAVEN OR A HELL,

I JUST NEED A RESTING PLACE FOR MY SOUL TO DWELL AFTER I RIP MYSELF TO SHREDS.

I CAN'T DEAL WITH MY HEAD AND THE THOUGHTS LOCKED INSIDE.

BLOODY LIPS AND VIOLET KNUCKLES ARE GROWING ON ME.

I THINK I LOOK GOOD IN BLACK AND BLUE.

I'M BEGINNING TO COME TO THE UNDERSTANDING THAT

MAYBE GOD DIED BECAUSE HE WANTED TO

BUT MAYBE I ALREADY KNEW.