R.I.P

Sometimes I think I've lived too long.

"Do you have a plan to kill yourself?"

"No..."

"Do you want to die?"

"Death doesn't scare me, and when my time finally comes I welcome it."

It seems people don't understand, when you relive your 30 years of life a thousand times over, you welcome the end.

You look forward to the day you no longer have to force yourself to do the simple things. To plaster a smile on your face, just to make everyone else around you comfortable.

I'm tired, living is exaughsting.

I'm ready for my rest, for true rest, not the restless sleep that I always seem to get when i close my eyes.

No the rest where nothing can disturb me.