The noise, it’s everywhere, I can’t escape it, I want to escape it, but I can’t, not even in my own room, there is and always will be noise, Either late 20th century music, or death metal, or some western artist, by God, i want it to stop!
Then there are the shouts, sometimes directed to me, a lull is hidden in it, only I can hear, it tells me that I might as well kill myself, die, die, die, die,die.
i want to, I’ve wanted to, for so long, but I cannot, I will not, if they’d dispose of me as they do dead cats, maybe, hell is a great big area anyway, but funerals are expensive, depression scarring, therapy price