I feel it. I will just kill myself.
Not tomorrow, or this week.
Don’t worry, I’m not planning nothing, yet.
But someday I know, that I will end with all of this mess.
There will be no more pain, no more feeling,
no more memories killing my mind every night.
There will be no more old pictures eating me alive.
No more voices on my head repeating old words.
There will be no more bullshits, no more lies.
And no regrets this time.
Just a peace full like a dream on my mind.
There will be no you, not yet, I know, but I can wait.