hello.

Always on the verge of breaking down. Always on the edge of falling. When the ability to hold my walls up crumbles down and the lure to instantly end everything that’s painful is so strong, I almost want to grab that temptation by the neck and kiss it hello. To greet it with my sweetest tear and feel its warmest comfort. The lure, the tempt, the pleasure. So easy but so grim. So tired. So tired. So tired.