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Another disaster night…wish i could say that..
Life is getting much harder and harder.
I have really heavy stuff in my mind.

Who are you?
Nobody…
Nobody ..
I am Nobody.
I'm a fucking invisible in this whole planet.
Everybody is just passing by while they destroy my body and soul.

You say depression sucks!
Insomnia sucks!

But you can't keep avoiding what actually happened to you.

You know "depression",  "Insomnia" aren't your real enermy.

And i don't think i can be saved by writing and to express my feelings through art.

Nickii..you had some friends and your work saved you like you mentioned it.
So, you called yourself "I'm art survivor."
I relate to your backgrounds..but our life is do different..

I'm alone but i'm a slave for authorities and evil monsters..

Although i've been writing entire of my life or i did anything to help my self.
But nothing works.

I never had anyone but myself.

Yet..i had few platforms that i can go and find someone who can talk about this darkness..
Then, those all websites shut down.
I lost tiny hope at the same time.

All of it..like literally..

I have noone who i can reach out to anymore even if those are shitty one's.

I am a prisoner and I'm trapped in this hell as "innocent inmate"

I grabbed sweet bitter one and put into my mouth..

Lalala 
Lalala