It's never ending. This void in my chest, like a black hole, it sucks any slightly decent emotion. The demons claw at my chest, making this hole bigger and deeper. My heart is wrapped in thorns, constantly bleeding. Yet this heart of my is frigid, freezing anyone who dares touch it. The thorns prick their hands, and it scares them away. My vessel is slowly deteriorating, those demons corrupting every pure morsel left of me. My innocence is long gone. I crave escaping this reality, this horrid hell. The urge to not exist, to just off myself, is so immense. Tears pour from my eyes as I hold the silver blade. It whispers to me, "Do it. They don't care." I focus on it's glittering as I twist and turn it. A message appears on my phone screen, and I reluctantly check it. "Hey can I have..." I stop reading. I'm so tired of being a constant people pleaser, just to get discarded like the trash I've always known I was. Another message, "Hru." I type back with blurred eyes, "I'm fine." The blade still begging to be used in my hand. I used to be honest, but they don't care. They never have. They just keep me around for material possessions. Once I'm gone, they can steal everything from me, since I'll be 6 ft under. These feelings, and the constant need to die, continue throughout the day. Every damn day. It never ends. I turn to my cat, the tears overflowing. She's my reason to live. She's why I exist. I put the blade down and hug her as she headbutts me. "Oh dear kitty, I don't know what I'd do without you. I just wish I could give you a better life." She silences the thoughts for now, but I know they will just return once I'm alone again.
