BORDERLINE

Should I embrace this worthless existence

Or end everything in an instant?

Misjudgment.

Rejection.

Betrayal.

How often?

Is this innate?

Am I used to it?

I don't know.

This is perplexing.

How can I solve things that are perfectly forged with incognizance?

Nobody can't understand you.

They can't help you either.

That's okay, everything will be a'right.

Sick and tired of hearing those bullshits.

Save my soul.

I'm begging you.

I can feel my chair dragged in red.

I can feel my bed floating.

My hands are bound.

All I can see is red.

They are oozing out of my wrist.

Profuse.

Crumpled handkerchief.

Bloody floral print.

Is this my evenfall?

Once again,

I'm begging on my knees.

Take yourself back in the first two lines.

If the former was good, then expound why the latter is wretched.