Im livin in a hell only with a cold smell i see.my own feelings killing the spirit in me,theoritically contreversing all around me,cause i only

hear the cold shimmiring of the life. Just trying to remenise my old O'blessed days when i had no heart for death,but after then i got the

curse and it hurts,tryin to change my place in the tragedy,all i get a fake smile,so should i fake my own death ? or to make the survival

my own strategy ? or should i get a gun for this shitters ?Trusted people who gave me their backs while i was dieing and no one knew

how it was to be in this tragedy of grief and horrible pain.all this pressure is heavy on my mind wondering how much i would live

though i need to die as i need my nicotene daily.wondering how could i hide my tear when all i need is a time to kill you.Ive tried to change

but no changes are acting right.was thinkin of having pleasure through sinning,at least it gets me off my mood mostly always.