Why don’t you just kill me for real, instead of giving me a disease that works from the inside out until I do it myself.

- ✚ My Sanitarium ✚ -

I'm a tired-eyed marionette, rotting away in a human body.
I sleep sometimes rarely and other times too long. Day and night passes on it's own, leaving me behind.

I'm an artist, troubled and normally unstable. I draw when I am happy, and write when I am sad... I never wanted to become the burden I am today. I thought I'd meet success and hold my virtue. Instead I'm trying to be empty, but am so full of something cold. I'm sorry.