I'm beginning to find contentment in emptiness.
At the end of it all, what truly is death?
I don't want love because pain seems to be a close friend of it. But yet I find myself craving for it more everyday.
Dear Oblivion, what do you have for me tonight?
I wake up every morning with depression and have to spend the day trying to overcome it. Sometimes I win, most days I lose.
💧 The thirst I feel At the thought Of you Creates in me A desire To drown in Your presence