sleep only takes it away (for a little while)
By romuxx
"Forget my name, forget my name, forget my name, forget my name..."
I intentionally keep my room cold.
I don't sleep with my blankets.
I don't wear anything warm-short shorts and a tank top, right on top of a bare, cold sheet.
You wanna know why?
Because sometimes I wish the cold would kill me. Make me forget everything-every stupid thing I said, every stupid thing I did, just make me forget everything. Kill me. Just, I just want to wake up dead and not feel anything anymore.
I want to forget myself.
I want to erase myself from existence.
Is that really too much to ask?
"This time in silence, this time I win, this time in silence, this time I win..."
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