peace

I'm livid, I continuously open the wrong door when I expected guidance from my spirits. We all have a beginning and an end, battling depression and addiction and a war with myself and the thoughts in my head.
I don't fear death my illness is severe I figured my actions were painted clear. I appreciate those who are my side I'm sorry we had to end this ride and that's why I don't reside on this planet where I once lived a lie. But when I'm gone don't cry sometimes the tide is too high and we can't escape the pain we feel inside and think we're better off if we would die.