A\N : TRIGGER WARNING- SELF-HARM AND IMPLIED SUICIDE
Mesmerized by the crimson red seeping from your wrists
Euphoric high coursing through your veins
You don't feel it anymore
A void of endless sadness
A sadness as deep as the endless cuts decorating your wrist.
You feel your consciousness fading
You smile,
It's the end of the tragedy you called life.
YOU ARE READING
The Midnight Library
RandomHas anyone thought about how darkness brings you comfort? What many fear is what brings comfort to some. The midnight library holds a collection of poems and drabbles with a dark undertone. If you are one that seeks comfort in the dark the midnight...
