Everyone Needs A Partner

I need to kill myself...that is the only way to make it end.
If I walk out of that door I wont ever come back.
I have to make it end.
If I go throw myself off of a bridge it will all be better.
I only need to simply walk out of that door.
Shit, I am being a fucking pussy. I have really got to make it end.
I have seriously got to make this end.
The demonic laughing...it terrifies...
The satanic beings...they terrify...
The growling bouncing back and forth between ears and the view of my minds enlightenment rushing at me and zooming past my eyes into my brain...is terrible...

This is why troubled minds should not trip.
Not alone at least.
The life experiences, the horror films, the everyday gore of life and the graphic death metal...they all come together for one everlasting trip you only make worse by closing your eyes and hiding under a blanket.