4:14 a.m
Im shaking as my vision is blurry, I just couldn't do it anymore.
"Im sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry"
I take huge breathes as if its my last. They will be my last. Warm, delicate tears are making rivers on my cheeks as I fall down to my knees on the cold bathroom floor. My vision starts fading as my mom bangs down the door, trying to get me to stay with her as my brother dials 911, but everything is now black.
Im sorry,
but you just couldn't talk me down.
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this is obviously based off of Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan, i recommend it if you haven't heard it. This is just a starter so yes I will write more(also sorry its really short). -Zøe
