I shouldn’t say that I’m tired of being alive.
Just feelings.
It’s stuff that comes and goes, and sometimes you feel real fucking bottled up, and it helps to say what you’re feeling.
Hearing it, feels like a cry for help.
But saying it ,feels like a little valve on a tank of pressure.
Sssssssssssss.
It’s not anything.
It’s just air and pressure and a container.
There’s no exploding over here.
Just a bunch of hissing.
dawn 