cerebral contusion: Don’t tell me things will look up, don’t tell me there’s a light at... 
Don’t tell me things will look up, don’t tell me there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. There isn’t. My brain is only deteriorating and I’ve been trying to kill my body to match my head. There’s no meaning for life, there’s no greater being and there’s nothing. There is nothing.
There’s no one…
(Source: lilac-veins)