Sleeping With Sirens
When you find my corpse hanging from my window you’ll see how much you fucked my life up
Can you not see that I’m falling apart? Do you not see that I’d rather lay in my grave than stand on this earth? Are you too blind to see the noose I want wrapped around my neck? The blade I want deep within? The pills I want to down? Of course you don’t.
The motif of the movie
Rest in Peace, Kimmo.