rickrosswifey

my reflection tells one story,
my heart a different one.

the difference is,
hearts dont lie,
mirros do.

What If you knew all you had to do was kill yourself to be born again and start over…

what if death wasn’t an option

like no matter how bad it got, you couldn’t escape

there was no last resort

i picture death to be like jail

solitude.

everyone is so unreachable.

and there’s no way out.