I'm Sorry for Faking my Death

I wish I could make up for my mistakes, but there’s no going back now.I just wish I could say I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do to stop them.I made a horrible mistake that I wish I could make up for, but it’s too late.They’re going to find me soon and make what I talked about a permanent solution to my problem.I’ll spend the last moments of my life with them as they stomp it out of me, and it won’t be long before that happens.I didn’t mean what I said, I mean that much.I just hope that someone other than them finds this recording and can understand that I’m sorry for what I did and that these people didn’t deserve to do what they did to me. It started a few weeks ago.I was at a low point with my partner at the time and I wanted to break up, but I didn’t want to do it the regular way and have him feel sad.I tried to break up the normal way and prepped myself for it, but I found out that he was talking to another girl.I didn’t realize that it was his lab partner from class and deci…

Monster In My Mind

*Artwork By Jesse Draxler*

Ashes as they fall all around me Concrete punching my bare naked feet Flames consume the air around me The pressure tenderizing me like meat
Running from the monster I have become I swallow the taste of defeat I race away as my feet become numb As I fear that our eyes shall meet
The skyscrapers scrape away at the day I race onwards, hastening my heartbeat As I see the sky begin to fade away And the air grows thick like concrete
The air swallows me like the inside of a whale I fear living without breath for several days My skin glows white as it begins to turn pale And squint my eyes to avoid its gaze
Beyond the horizon the air turns to haze I turn my back to avoid the bright blaze I continue to press on, imagining praise As I continue to traverse this impossible maze
Fearing the oncoming weight Will come crashing down And crash into me like a wave As I feel myself beginning to drown
Losing sight of my direction As the road in front of me grows dark I try to hide, seeking protection Bef…

I Have No Regrets


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