Wicked Thoughts at 3AM

Am I supposed to not be happy in this life? Or is craving a kiss from death just a part of the plan. Twist my spirit until it wrings the blood I have left. Break my heart with a blow to the chest. Carve a letter into my wrist. Impale madness with a piece of steel through the temple. I won’t stop you. Make me lose myself as I drift into the Canyon. Make me feel something because right now I feel nothing. This is Hell. It sucks I’m living in it. There is peace in these words, I promise. We don’t think the same. Most find comfort in peace. I have found comfort in the pain.