Little Hope

Maybe for a life is what I am endlessly reaching, but both you and I know these linguistics won’t change anything. I could write the whole damn bible and no one would understand, still, even if I wrote this story it might not turn out the way I planned. Fed up of living this life in a depression, I figured to hurt myself is the only way to suppress it. Self destruction is such a beautiful thing, and I am tragically in love with the clarity it brings. Through these clever rhymes I’ll keep writing this shit, even though it won’t change my life or this wrists that I slit