I cant sleep without the sounds of my sleep. I dread the voices in my head. My mind escapes salvation went to suffering. I think im gonna be sick and thoughts of suicide is all im left with. I cant contain myself. Something is making me break. Its the stress that I cant fucking take. This wear and tear on my face of despair. Thoughts of suicide is all im left with. By guilt I hang myself. Into the black I begin to fade away. Knee deep in my own blackhole. This is the plot to bury myself. I can barley hold my head. sinking my teeth into my skin. ripping through the veins. And flesh I scavenge to the bone. I dig myself a grave to rest in peace.