The quite strum on my fingertips lets the pain recede.

I don’t wish to be alone because I can’t do this on my own.
But why do I feel like I am? End this? I don’t feel like I can.

I finally understand why people do such idiotic things.

To escape.

I wish to be idiotic.

To escape sanity and to cope with insanity.

Quis non habeat fiduciam.

You ever feel like you don’t matter?

Ha, you probably don’t.

Ama té ipsum.

But I can’t.

Stop feeling this way.

End the cycle.

Too much pride will ruin your life
and leave you asking the same question of “why”
Why the sudden change?
Why must I act this way?
Take the first step and realize you’re not the same.
Don’t give all your power to the people, they’ll tear you apart and disguise the fact you’re equals.
Don’t forget to love yourself,
maintain your mental health,
stay the same and don’t let nobody make you change.
Don’t be afraid to ask for help, and don’t forget that someones there to make sure you’re alive and well.

I don’t exist, and yet I’m still here.