7 years ago. . .
This was it.
I've grown weak — or maybe I've always been weak.
There was always this cloud accompanying my thoughts, something dark and gnawing from the depths of my mind.
I tried to weep it out, hopeful of letting the feeling flow out of me but whatever I do, it somehow consumes me even further.
It needs something to cling on to and it happened to be me. I took their suffering, their pain, their darkest thoughts and honed it as my own.
I laugh maniacally, slightly wincing at the way the empty sound vertebrates off my hollow chest.
I can't believe this is what it came to. Laying here, waiting for my heart to calm down. The erratic beating is dying beneath me, the feeling now a memory away.
I had no will in me to fight anymore.
I breathe in my last breath and close my eyes, letting the effects lull me to sleep.
The oxygen almost feels foreign and in this moment, I knew. I knew this was it.
I knew that I would eventually give in.
I knew I wanted this.
But I can't miss the slight pang of guilt that crashes over me before I'm gone.
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