To St. PETER:

THERE WERE JUST THREE PEOPLE I THOUGHT THEY WOULDN'T GIVE UP ON ME.
ONE OF THEM JUST DID.
WHAT IS THE POINT IN TRUSTING PEOPLE?

EVERYTHING TRIGGERING, EVERYTHING HURTS.
HELP ME BLEEDING, HELP ME DIE.
A GLIMPSE OF HOPE JUST EXHALED, AND WON'T COME BACK.
I'D LIKE TO SLEEP AND NEVER AGAIN WAKE UP.