It's easy to look at the disappointments in life and be sad
and want to kill yourself for months on end.
That doesn't take much more than life happening to accomplish.
Two months of dragging a cutting knife over my forearm every night
on the light soft side where you can see all the lines in good light.
Two month of waking up every morning not wanting to be alive anymore,
just sticking around not to hurt anyone.
Focus on what's been learned instead.
Write characters and stories instead.
