𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

one moment

it's like i'm screaming and no one can hear.

buried just an each beneath the surface,

but no cares for a hollow soul

made of sorrowful songs

and broken promises.

i'm not mad. i'm not angry.

i'm beyond angry.

broken to the point that i'm empty and numb,

so that every emotion is hollow,

like my soul, and my heart,

and every single part of me.

how many times have i thought about ending it all?

one cut.

one jump.

one moment.

and then, the pain would go.

and it will all be over