Dear diary, Maybe I'll stop the lake today after school. Just to get a good look. Just to smell the poisonous air my lungs are so desperately to inhale. Suicidal thoughts circling around in my head has become a everyday thing now.
For 8 years now, they became a everyday process to adapt too. But now, 16 years old, I'm pretty much immune to the thoughts. I've given in, I'm just waiting on the right day, right time, because I've already found the right place.
Deadwater lake... In Sucre no one is allow to step foot in or by Deadwater even though our town is practically full of suicidal people. But it just seems as if the people are scared to even glance at the sight of deadwater. Even the severely suicidal ones are scared.
But not me, I want to parish in lake Deadwater. I want the feeling of the poisonous water to fill my lungs until I can no longer breath. My body,mind, and soul needs peace. It's my time to go.
Bulles
06.16.15💕
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deadwater
Short StoryIf I could be stronger, And you were just older, We might last this out longer, But the task just gets harder. Inspired by: Wet/ deadwater
