chapter 3| death? or no?

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"I'm crazy.
I don't wanna be here anymore. I wanna kill myself. Spill my blood out on the floor. Watch as my parents scream while they saw my bloodied body on the ground. I wanna have my body so broken and unrecognizable. I wanna be killed. I want to feel the pain that I deserve. I want to blow my brains out. I wanna take a bottle of pills. I wanna cut myself so badly that I start bleeding out. I wanna hang myself. I wanna stab my heart with a knife. I wanna be run over. I wanna be hit by a moving car. I wanna be shredded. I wanna be alone. I wanna be hurt so badly that I die. I don't wanna be here anymore. I want to kill myself and die. I'm begging not to wake up in the mornings. I can't handle this amount of pain. I don't wanna be here anymore. I wanna be freed."

-thinking to myself in a cold room

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