TW: SH mention, death
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Am I sick? I find the idea of cats dying funny sometimes. I make jokes of self h@rm and offing myself. Houses burning down with no one inside, the ashes to be stashed away in a burned forest-buried 6 feet down— seems funny to me?
Am I sick?
Tell me now, please. I'm not asking.
Every night i spend, feeling the cold, icy but yet still bitter tears roll down my face and drop to my heated pillow. Absorbing the quiet tears, just to be evaporated and become so invisible that no one could see the truth behind the harsh fake smile, my tired eyes just hoping for an escape. The quiet sobs I emit from my room, a scream for help, a billboard in the middle of no where. A billboard that no one sees, cares about that is really a loud but silent scream for help.
The bitter-sweet taste of my tears, the blue feeling of hurt and the endless insomnia of every night, until I know that ill die one day, my fault or not.
What was I thinking? That i was a normal kid with a normal life, no crys for help, no bitter tears and no blades locked up and away from me.
It all sounds like a fairytale with a magical princess and a prince getting married with a happy family and no problems whatsoever.
But that leads me back to the question:
Am I sick?
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-Ash/Kyo
I forgot about this tbh-
