Ideas and drabbles

Don't want to hurt anymore

TW - blood, death, depictions of pain?

Oh, and, according to someone, really morbid

Everything hurts.

It all hurts. So, so badly. 

I don't want it to hurt. 

Can't it just go away?

My head hurts. Pounding, pounding, ringing through my ears as blood trickles near my eyes.

My lungs burn. I can't breathe. Suffocating, crawling through my throat and drowning me. It hurts, it hurts. I want it to go away. My chest heaves up and down unevenly as it tries to gain oxygen. My mouth open wide, the sound of me trying to breathe not too far from someone gagging and hacking.

My arms sting. Blisters and burns line them as they lay broken at my side, clutching the wound in my abdomen. It all hurts. How am I alive? Spreading through my body, piercing through my skin and tearing at the blood vessels. Bones shattered and twisted. It's agony.

I want it to go away. I don't want it to hurt anymore. Every breath, every movement, it all just hurts. Hurts hurts hurts hurts.

Take the pain away. Please. I can't do this.

Everything feels so hot. So blisteringly hot against my flesh. Warm liquid is pooling under me, dribbling down my chin and clogging my ears as well. It's in the palms of my hands, leaking past the bones jabbing out of the skin. Like rivers.

The sky is pretty. The clouds are out, covering most of the sun. In fact, it looks like it might rain.

I'd like for it to rain. Would the water help my parched mouth as it hangs open, the sound of a person gasping for breath filling the empty air? Or would it just increase the suffocating, the drowning in my lungs and the burning as it all itches, crawling through my body and scratching at everything? Would it just quicken it?

Does that mean the pain would go away soon?

Red is dripping down my face, mixed with tear streaks. Water falling from my half-lidded eyes without my permission. I can't voice my pain, I can't do anything but lay here as my body tries so desperately to keep itself stable. But the murky red becoming diluted by my tears is a testament to my suffering, if the broken mess known as my body isn't enough.

I just want the pain to go away. I want it all to leave.

It hurts so much. So, so much.

I've hurt before, but never quite like this.

I can't move. I can't do anything. It's all so tiring and so so painful. I hate it. I don't like it. Not at all. Can't it just go away? Go away? Go away, go away, go away, away, away--

Please. I just want to feel relieved.

A drop on my cheek.

Oh. The sky is crying too.

I wish I could reach a hand up, feel the water run down my skin and wash away the red. 

But that's impossible.

The sky is pretty.

Everything is hot.

Everything hurts.

The clouds are crying. Mourning what, exactly? It doesn't have anything it's losing. I'm the one losing things. I lost it all.

Maybe it's mourning with me. Helping me through this grief and pain.

My breaths are becoming less desperate.

I'm too tired to try. Water starts to seep into my eyes and my mouth begins to close. 

The heat is disappearing with the water. Now it's just warm.

Can the pain leave, too?

I'd like for it to disappear.

It really, really hurts.

Warm as the rain pours down on me. As my skin, caked in red, slowly begins to show the regular coloring again. Well, a much paler color than normal. Warm.

The pain is gone. It's numb.

I'm glad.

I don't want to hurt anymore. I just want warmth and rain.

But that's disappearing, too. The sky is getting darker, my vision blurrier. The feeling of the rain pittering on me begins to fade. The warmth remains, but it becomes fuzzier, in a way.

The pain is gone.

I'm not hurting anymore.