Can find peace when we’re dead

Who are you to judge me? Your apathy for the depth of my pain. The demons that haunt me in my sleep and waking hrs. My brain is exhausted. My heart weak and still bleeds. I gouge my eyes to see no more. I amputate my limbs to be numb to feeling. In a trice, my hatred of self has won. Decades of battle is over. I can finally RIP.