Death, take me.
Ever been in a place where you have nothing to say, but a lot to tell. Where all you feel is empty, but inside, you are on the verge of puking out all the crap that you hold inside. Where your mind screams, "Death, take me."
What do you do then?
Do you walk and hope that it will go down like the extra fat on your tummy?
Or do you run, for it to come off like the sweat?
Ever did you try hiding, where it won't be able to see you?
Or perhaps jumping down from the 14th floor?
Do you ever talk it out?
Or sing it, like all those sad and depressing songs, which tend to suck out all the energy inside you?
Throw it off, like you throw a pebble in a steady lake, disturbing its peace and then drowning it to death?
Or simply standing in a thunderstorm, and let the current burn it down to ashes?
Did you ever let it flow like...