But I know there is none
I am drugged to the fucking max
I persist
But existence
As it was begun
Isn't worth the effort
Life requires
So let me fade away
Disappear
Like you secretly desire
I don't deserve what was done
But that is the past
It is gone
Like I should be
From
Here
“Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don't kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, "He fought so hard." And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.”
― Sally Brampton, Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression
