I fantasize about my family finding my dead body. How my father would scream and cry in denial. How my mother would weep and whine in such a sickly way. How all joy would fade from their faces forever when they find my lifeless body in the closet with the belt around my neck. My father would scream “why” “why did you do it.” He’d know I went straight to Hell because that is what he said would happen if I killed myself. The demons will finally appear to my soul and say; it’s time to go, and take me to that coliseum.
my life be like OOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOO
