I sometimes wish the worst ones had finished the job. For whatever reason I'm still here
Pain, fear, aloneness even when not alone, smug bastards... so freakin "clever" at making me feel small, nothing and so much worse..

I've thought up plans to end it, none of them are.....
(And could I do that to Papa Bear... he loves me ... that bear who was thrown out like trash..)

(This is not about anyone on pc)