When you are down, they all say “It gets better.”
When you are up, no one says, “It get’s worse.”
Humans like to try and find a silver lining. They like to try and think positively, hope for the best. I, myself am a realist.
I do not hope it gets better. I make it better.
And I don’t expect things to stay good. I give myself time to enjoy the peace that will inevitably become depression.
There are no quotes, no sayings, no memories that can save me.
There are no moments worth living for.
There is no green grass. Not on this side or the other. This is it. This is all it is. This is all I am.
A body with functioning organs and a mouth who’s voice spews out inconsistencies and lies.
There is no soul, no light, no dark after this container is spent.
There is only now, and now is worse than any fate I could imagine. Now is pain that no human mind can combat.
Now is overrated.