As I sit, alone, I wonder, when will it stop? Why am I here? What's even happening? I am alone with just me and my thoughts. Telling me to do things, things that could possibly lead to death. I just sit and think, but no way to do those things, so I just wait, for somebody to see me and possibly save me.

bruh

It’s dark in here

What happened to the likes

Turning black

Oops