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
everyone is so unreachable.
and there’s no way out.
Sometimes I get so creeped out by death and then I look down at my hands and think that some day they will belong to a dead person