My blood is in a pool on the floor
Im so high I can almost fly
The smell of burnt flesh fills the darkness
Only sound is the sound of my breathing
So quiet, almost imperceptible
But I know Im not dead, not yet
I can still hear the faint beating of a heart so fragile, so torn apart, my saddest, weakest part.
Adalaine Skyye
YOU ARE READING
Random darkness
General Fiction*this story is very descriptive and may be considered triggering. Be in a safe frame of mind when reading* Thought wanderings of a depressed mess...No real rhyme or reason..insights about death, suicide, self injury, self hate,bullying, abuse. Allot...
