Sun rays.
They pour.
My arms ache.
I feel weak.
I cough.
Hoarse.
My throat rages in pain.
Hammers in my head.
Please no.
I used to think.
But this time, I accept it.
Maybe it'll be my last.
On this earth.
For no one should even care.
Lest I suffer no more.
I pray.
To end this poverty.
To end this life.
With a shiver.
It's difficult.
But necessary.
I can't cry.
Nothing is sad.
But inside, I break.
I miss him.
I killed him.
A murderer.
Need to leave.
I tried to live.
There's just no way.
I'll never get over.
Myself.
In despair.
I choose to end me soon.
Sooner than the cold.
Search rubble
Find metal.
It looks like a dagger.
Perfect.
The world must know.
Humiliation won't hurt.
When you're dead.
I go to the park.
On the rock.
Yesterday.
Study the metal.
I must.
I should.
I will.
I stand up.
It's smoothness.
Between my fingers.
Beautiful.
Then.
Into my side.
I thrust.
YOU ARE READING
Long Way Less Traveled
RandomI am lost. Lost in my mind. Remaining source of love. Though I never had any to begin with. He is gone now. I don't know how to survive. Be still, my soul. For someone is near. I am Kirstin Maldonado. And love, I fear.
