- Suicidal Writings -

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¹.
The rowdy dog feels miserable. The dog wants to be petted. Cornered, ashamed of his own feelings.

².
I feel pressure in my chest. An ice of indifferent cold crushes me. My eyes force me to look down.

³.
Ecstasy and weed, I don't know why I did. One line, one sniff, after an lsd. Live fast, with remorse.
I could be dead with a stopped heart.

⁴.
Lord please, i just have a wish. I have to die, and see the sky, just before be buried.

There i could cry, i could show my heart to the maggots. I know they will love me.

At my funeral all there gonna dance, and the flowers in the earth gonna grow, happy for my «goodbye»

The sun will shine like never before, everyone have a good looking, everyone is clapping.

I’ve been finally buried.

My mother smiles with a relief and could breathe in peace.

My brother looks at my grave calmly, with disappointed eyes.

My father will look at the photos of my funeral and smile accompanied by his wife and son.

My classmates will say «who?» while laughing.

All hearts beat in a gorgeous way while mine stops. I did a beautiful and kind act; I disappeared.

In the void of the dead, i’ll be insignificant, my presence isn’t disgusted to anyone.

I’ll be dead.

I won’t move. I won’t talk.

My eyes wouldn’t see anymore.

My skin won’t feel the sunshine again.

I cannot reborn.

My name would be eventually forgoten.

No more breath. No more me.

Im death. Im death.

The worms that eat my flesh would be more alive than me.

In that rotten scene.

In the dark inside a coffin.
...

⁵.
Sweating, trembling, just look at your hands.
You will always walk alone because no one would be nice.

⁶.
No one will hug you due to your nature. Your skin have a horrible odor of meth.
Your stomach is fucked.
Your heart is tired of beating for you.
No one wants you alive.

End.

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