Silence filled the place, he stayed silence on the bed as his eyes staring blankly at the wall. He felt like a corpse, not moving from the places as he let himself getting lost in his own thoughts.
Tired eyes, messy bed and skinny body.
"I'm tired."
That's all came out from his mouth, tired and stressed on everything he's been through.
What more to add? Watching people disappearing Infront of his eyes, all the sins he carried and all the guilt has making him fell into the despair that can't forever be changed.
This is like walking to the park with no end, the more step you took and the more suffer you get.
What can he do then? He knew that he can't stand there cause he won't experience what real life is, he's tired of thinking and all he want is too sleep and rest from all of this kind of things.
All of this is his fault.
Everything.
Is his fault.
He want to run from his problem but how? Suicide won't do anything except making you suffer more in afterlife, self harm can't do anything either cause it would bring more pain in your life and overdose can't do anything either...that's the same as suicide.
All he can do is waiting for the time comes where he closed his eyes forever and not wanting to wake up from this place ever again.
He's hungry but he doesn't feel like eating any food cause all he want to do is stay on his bed and let it be his death bed.
Closing his eyes slowly as he felt his conscious leaving him.
Maybe another sleep won't be hurt.
Don't
Talk
To
Me.
3rd March.
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