you'd take me, wont you?

take me out of this place.

guarnteed death is the only thing i'm grateful for.

i am so exhausted, which realistically isn't much different than usual lol. i never seem to have the right words to explain how i feel. it always feels plainer or inadequate to what is actually happening with me.

forever will i be baffled that people are content in this life. i cannot fathom looking at anything in my life  and going "hm, this is fine and i am okay with it"

i am incredibly miserable, i just want to sleep. or bury myself in a hole, inhaling dirt. or sink to the bottom of the sea with water filling my ears and leaving me with no sound.

stay silent,

syver.

god bless me, please.