my thoughts have gone uninterrupted.
i now think of pretty things and how to become pale; lifeless eyes as well.
i also think of how life is on the other side where more people than those that exist today reside.
i wonder how they did it; suicide, i mean.
i wonder how they began their journey that i've been on for so long.
uninterrupted, i mean.
because sometimes people don't see
how much you're secretly suffering
or
how bad you just want to go
or
how long you've been holding on.
how long i've been hanging on.
because sometimes people don't see that the one thing that will ever be
uninterrupted
is the lying body of a 16 year old innocence lost,
6 feet under ground.
YOU ARE READING
It'll Never End.
عشوائيJust my random writings I do when I'm in the mood. Feel free to read them, love them, hate them, feel them.
