The day I killed myself.
I hid the pills under my hoodie as I walked out of the pharmacy.
The day I killed myself.
I cleaned my room, rearranged my figurines and books.
The day I killed myself.
I choked on each tablet that I swallowed with the burning sensation of alcohol down my throat.
The day I killed myself.
I checked my messages to nobody.
The day I killed myself.
I closed my eyes hoping all of this pain would end.
The day I killed myself.
I felt a notification rang on my phone.
The day I killed myself.
"I love you babe"
The day I killed myself.
I felt loved, but no remorse of my actions, they would understand right?
The day I killed myself.
I felt loved, but not enough to wish to take it all back.
I felt a wave of relief as my eyes closed, finally I got to breathe a true sign of relief.
Little did I know, It wouldn't work.
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An Abomination
PoetryReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
