When the voices of the demons and monsters in my head become my eacape, is that the signal? When my silence becomes too loud and a deep, dreamless sleep is all I push through for, is that the signal? Fantasizing about different ways to go, now that..that brings a little smile to my face. No longer a burden, no longer a mistake, no longer ruining everything and hurting those I care about. Just letting go. I don't deserve happiness. 💔















