I hardly knew my honesty and outspokenness could be real hell.
It didn’t leave me.
It has come back to me petrifying gleam.
The advice from someone fine won’t help someone having a difficult time.
It never will.
I have decided to leave you for a while.
Thought I should stop suffering from your scale.
The days I have chosen will make things discrete.
I mean the burp will turn to be necessary before I drink water.
It is not kindness but a skill not making troubles.
You are right.
I feel suicidal but it doesn’t mean I will die soon.
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