My thoughts are killing me...

quicker than I've anticipated.

This is why I can't be left alone with myself.

This is why I hate the silence, because that's when I am able to hear every single goddamn thought inside of my fucked up mind.

And they telling things that I've been hiding from myself. And they tell me to destroy myself because life isn't worth this pain.

What pain?

It's only pain because you think it so.

I want to win this fight. I don't want to be a lost cause.

I don't want to end up killing myself.