Reality

And I want to feel alive. I want to feel like something. I feel my love for you but it feels like I'm reliving a past life. Like, I'm Dead and in Purgatory and don't know it. It feels like I'm Dead and strapped to a table but my soul is still in my body and so the demons make me believe I'm alive and torment me by making me realize painful things. They are my Depression. I feel like I have to destroy myself. And when I cut myself in the past, I never felt like me. I always felt like I was watching me do it and didn't want to. I feel like the demons made me do it. Maybe people with Schizophrenia, Bipolar Disorder and Depression all have it right. But the world makes them think they're crazy. and really they aren't. Really, they're awakened and everyone else can't see it because they're all stuck in their personal hells. Their Demons are all fucking with them as they're all strapped to tables.



Happyness is a syndrome. The Disease In our Hell.



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†Dreamer♥