One day.
I give myself one day to find a reason to live.
A reason that, despite this black hole that surrounds me, makes me feels that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
I thought I saw it once, but that was my delusion.
If I can't find something that makes me [relatively] happy on any given day.. i.e. tomorrow.. then what reason do I have to stay?
One day.
Midnight is my deadline.
Heh.. dead-line.. what sick humour I have.
Let tomorrow be the last day I feel sorrow, self-loathing, anxiety, depression.
Let tomorrow be the last day I feel the sun warm my body. Oh, spring...
Let tomorrow be the last day I will ever utter his name.
I'm tired of waiting to pull the trigger when the weapon is loaded right here.

You once said you'd love me forever.

You once promised me you'd never give up.
You once said I was worth it.

You once said we were perfect for each other.



But I've come to realize that they were all
just


lies.