Trigger Warning: [lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'intrate] ================================================================= Arigato Gozaimasu! For all the love that the members of the StoryMirror community have showered on me, please note that I do not give an iota of fuck. This is my last post on this website and I think nobody's gonna read this. I'm killing myself. Goodbye, cruel world!

You'll make a lot of mistakes before you can make a right choice. But all those wrong decisions shouldn't hold you back and trap you in the past. Keep walking forward. As long as there's life, there's hope.

I thought I knew pain Before I saw Dad use my tiffin-box as an Ash-Tray.

Me at different ages - 5 yr old : "Where did I come from?" 10 yr old: "What should I do in life?" 15 yr old: "What should I do to save my wrecked life?" 20 yr old: "Why should I even bother to save myself?" 25 yr old: "Why was I even born?" 30 yr old: "I am a mistake."

When they say, "You can share all of those deep, insecure thoughts with me." Just know that person wants to harm you. Badly. Stay away from such dangerous people.

You are that half-dead fly on the tiled bathroom floor. Waiting to be washed away by that 'human being' when he bathes.

Locked away, she stays Demons in my head, she says Nobody believes her, till the day She hangs from the roof Lifeless and forlorn in an absurd pose.

He wants her mind, body And soul Without love, without lust Just pity unfolds Not kindness.

We drift, we crumble We dream, we stumble, We kill, and we die They just wanna know Why, why, why?