nnmercer's avatarOne foot in reality, the other foot dipped in ink.

Does it freak you out sometimes I watch the cars as they pass me by and imagine them crashing into me?

Or the fact that I used to open my mom’s medicine cabinet and try to figure out how many aspirin it would take to stop my heart?

I would wake up everyday and be scared to live.

I would consider death to be one of my best friends, it will always tell me the truth, that nothing ever lasts.

Life is cool and all, with it’s up and downs… but the end is true freedom.

I will no longer be bound by the chaos that chains my soul.

How on earth can I make such good grades, and care about people… yet let darkness consume my thoughts?

Does it make you sick to your stomach to know that I am depressed yet a believer of God?

Jesus died…

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