Waking up to pure nothingless, dark void that seems to never end. the sound of a clock, tick-tocking. The feeling of the bed, that isnt soft but feels like bricks. Staring at the cieling, how the red light of the clock reflects on the dark wall. time was 3 am, u felt urself screaming silently. looking at ur hands as if it had blood, constantly washing them even though their clean, the constant thought of death around me. my eyes were dark with daze, and pain.imagine just being the only one in a lonely world.. ill kill myself if i had to endure this anymoreeveryone says ur not supposed to be herethose eyes behind my head, always watchingthe inner child of mine, sitting, holding my legs tight against my chest. Panic attack, blood all over my hands and head, a bloody node, my hair disheveled, my eyes with pain, my small figure trembling."does the life im in deserve so much pain?""was i suppose to not be born?" "why was i born but mu twin brother get the chance to not live?"I hit my chest, as i clench my teeth, my hand slowly bleeding out, looking at my wrists on how they are deeply slit open. Noticing how my eyes, become dark with no life. My hand slowly reaching out for yours."may be my final days of life.... just saying" I say with a broken smile, my usual light brown eyes that always spread joy, now dark and dull, a smile that would heartbreak anyone.
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