All at once the sadness hit. Like a wrecking Ball, like a hurricane. Waves and waves of bitter tears washed over me.
All those things I've left unsaid. The tears I refused to cry lumps in me. That hurt more than the physical pain I wanted to inflict on myself.
Maybe they'll be completely released with the slice of the blade across my arms. Maybe it'll spill out with the blood that will gush out of my hands.
But I'm a coward. Like everyday I'll keep running away. I'll keep running I till I can't run no more. I'll run till my blisters bleed. Till I fall exhausted, bent and broken.
It feels like the moments that I'd felt could've been happy are long gone and simply illusions I've created in order to keep myself sane. I'm so exhausted. All I can do is cry.
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Fiksi Penggemarhere in the world of dreamers, the stories are waiting a collection of random oneshots
