I'm already dead on the inside.
Slowly withering up into nothingness. . .
Just like I am and always will be. . .
Please don't stop me.
I don't know how much longer I can pretend.
Pretend that I am a certain person.
The person you grew to know.
Because I'm not.
I'm the ghost of that person.
Sooner or later you will see.
And you will recoil in horror at who I am.
I am not who you think I am.
Please let me die.
I want to.
I want to let my demons come and take me.
They will break and wash me away.
Take me. We are one and the same.
Let me no longer feel the pain.
Before they engulf me. . .take me.
Death come. . .
Don't stop me.
You can do nothing.
But forget about me. . . .
Forget who I am.
Forget who I became.
When I became my demons. . .
And the ghost of the person I was.
Don't come searching for me.
This was not meant to be my life.
I am sorry that I was not better. . .
Nor did I know how to fight this. . .
Please don't stop me. . .
For I am dead.