When The Days Are Cold
Pain why does it have to hurt? Why couldn't the definition be all happy and unicorns? I hate it when other people cry just because they got hurt by their boyfriends. They haven't felt real pain. They haven't felt real rejection. I know that type hurts, but family rejection hurts way worse. It is like a saw searing straight to your heart. But it doesn't move, it just stays there and when you're starting to get use to the pain it adds more saws.
As I stare at the half dead looking girl holding a bottle of pills staring right back at me from the mirror. I thought should I do this? Is it worth it?
I let my mind wonder off for awhile, bad idea I thought. The demons are back again.
The demons and I have a complicated relationship. There are days that I fight with them, but there are also days that I get along with them. I thought as I start drinking pill by pill. I looked back in the mirror again. I remember one of my teachers saying that I was just the perfect girl. Perfect grades, beautiful, kind. Little did they know it was all just an act. Everyone thought that. There was never a perfect girl, it was all just an act. An act for them to be finally proud of me. They never were, all they think of me was a mistake. A mistake that got rid of the chance to have a wonderful career. Well that mistake will soon be gone, then you could get back on that career you tried so hard to save. I looked back at the bottle. One last pill.
I swallowed it quickly eager to finally be gone, like they all want me to.
Before the darkness welcomes me completely, I had my last thought.
The demons and I are getting along.
