the absence of emotion does not stop the pain
the pain that consumes my every waking moment
the pain that drove others away
the pain that makes my hands shake and my heart beat faster
the pain that will never stop
until one day it did
and that was the day i died.
an empty box of paracetamol lay beside me
my hair was askew on the pillow
my eyes were closed, lips slightly parted
my cheeks stained with my silent tears
my last tears.
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
