I'm sorry,
Was the text that flashed across the screen
As I weeped
Alone in my room
With nothing but my thoughts, a few cigarettes, lighter, vape and blade
My wrists were burning
My thighs stinging
My world,
Crushed.
As I took a swing a gin,
I wondered,
What I am doing in life?
That one, singular question, going through my mind as I searched for my special 'bag'
The 'bag' that holds pills
Pills that could end everything
When suddenly,
It was quite
Like early morning,
Before the birds start singing.
My hands shock
As I poured them out
Into my hand
Raised it to my mouth
And swallowed
Can you imagine my disappointment when I woke up the next morning?
My head was burning
My eyes, wet with tears
My limbs, weak
My sheets, bloodied
Me, still alive.
YOU ARE READING
to them.
Non-Fictionsome people need to think about their actions. read at your own risk, i wrote most of these ages ago and when i was pissed
