If I were to live like this forever. 

If suicidal isn’t a sin. I wouldn’t be here typing the unsaid words of mine. You wouldn’t be here reading this shattered feelings of mine. At this moment, im thinking of taking my life away. I didn’t see anymore hopes. Im just too tired. Of life. I can’t say that life is heavy, because I feel nothing anymore. You see me as if that im alive. But this body doesn’t carry anymore souls. She just lives. And she also DEAD.