Expire 3:56
Searching for inspiration coming up empty handed I'm
running out of patience. I feel so f..cking stranded. I
killed myself in my mind at least a thousand times on all
those nights where I just couldn't fall asleep. Sitting
there gritting my teeth watching the clock. Couldn't help
but think about all I lived, loved, and lost. I beat the
piss out of myself. I toss and turn inside my shell. Just
don't know where I'm headed. What's the point? I don't
get it.
