A New Woman

life is worse than just dying in your ugly cloud above your head

Life is always bad...
Every one said things can only get better.
I know they can only get better.
But when...
When words lose all meanings.
The world would have ended before that happens.
so how can i be happy that word doesn't have a meaning nor a purpose.
it's just there when it is.
Sad, miserable and depression has a good meaning and a purpose.
I know my brain is back to front because it's the opposite, but this is the way i feel.
Nothing ever feels real.
Never to me will i wanna live anymore.
Slit my wrist~~~an artery bursts and life no more calls.


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