On the darker side...

I wonder when would or be a good time to never wake up... Anymore i don't feel any type of real luv... All that's known is being alone in a self absorbed world... As the thought lingers of why is it i need to continue to hurt... It wiukd be much easier to be gone... I'd only be an every so often memory lost... For in alive now n very few act like i even exist... N my curiosity plays with relieving them from the eventual twist... Jus poof, done n invert auth the shit show i face... Maybe in due time everyone will forget my name... The same way it feels sitting here tonight... I'm no mite than a chuckle absent from life... Maybe i wish it would all jys fuckin end... Bring a lil piece my way that isn't so lonely hence hence... It ain't like my dreams aren't as dead as the darkness i can't remember anyways... Only having to be abke recall 2 reoccurring scenes in my head tgat won't seen to ever fade... Down i go 6 feet within to imagine how solitude really feels... N it's allot live my reality when my eyes are open n tgat shit is real... It's pointless to keep on auth an emptiness lingering in depths... As forever is inevitable when there's nothing left... On the darker side of hope dwells an unforgettable plot... N it catches me periodically off guard n i dehydrator need it to stop... To live or die with a death wise is no good to come... But when days upon yrs have wound me up here it jusain't no kinda fun... So i continplate on situations if i had my way to rest... N the one thing that i think of is how i luv the way my oulse beats in my chest...