I don't have guts to fuel suicide, it's like an empty pound inside me, dried no guts. Life tries everyday to fill it sip by sip one day I'll have enough guts to Do suicide. I don't know why but always end up thinking about death. There's nothing tragic in my life from beginning. I'm just an empty pot, the water that gives life, fills the pot gets drained from an unknown source.
The world is vast, so is the black hole breathing inside me, it consumes everything turning it into nothing.
Is there any reason why you feel like that? Anything going on in your life affecting you? Be tough and tough times will past by