Not Again
Needless to say, I didn't handle losing my phone well. Not that I handle anything well
lately. I can still function, but thoughts of death are oppressing me, and the total lack of love, let alone respect, is a constant invitation to suicide. But I won't kill myself just because I am penniless and homeless; I can't think I am suffering this much for nothing. There has to be an unknown reason for me to still breathe, and I refuse to surrender. Of course, that belief could be a delusion, but maybe a delusion isn't always a bad thing.
From madness, joy/
gives me the power to destroy/
all that pretends to be holy/
but is just a greater sin.
From sadness, love/
there can never be enough/
I can't pretend to be wise⁰
I'll just fool myself again
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