If you took fifty sleeping tablets would you sleep for fifty days or would you just die?
Why do we repel all the bad things in life? Like drinks? How come people in stories and film can just die when they please yet our human bodies regurgitate the fluid we drank in order to save itself?
Why is our natural instinct to survive?
The black hole is circling my head, begging me to go deeper and deeper and-
"Nick stop!" The walls come into focus
"Your gonna cut yourself if you don't focus on what your doing. I know it's called a blood pudding but I don't think they literally want your blood."
I look up. His concerned blue eyes are staring at me. Something flutters, like a caged bird trying to escape. It's eyes widen as I suffocate it once more. If I can't live then why should it live?
"Nick please talk to me... I know your struggling but you can't do this on your own!"
What's the point in screaming if no one gives a damn?
What is the purpose of living if your only living a lie?
What's the point in loving if it only dies?
"I'm fine honestly, I'm just tired that's all."
He doesn't believe me
"Partying too hard as usual, got busy with some girls last night " I nearly convince myself.
I love the way his eyes crease when he smiles. The way his dimples show when he laughs. But it's all lies. He doesn't understand.
"Luke why do we buy shit that we don't need, for people that we don't like with money that we don't have in the first place?"
"What"
"It doesn't matter"
I can't trust you. I'm still coughing up the water from when you let me drown.
Yet why do I feel this pull? It's like a addition.
Your worse than my blades
YOU ARE READING
Poisoned mind
RandomDon't mean for anything to be triggering or offensive, this might get deep and maybe too drop for some people but this is the reality of some people lives. I don't use many names in here for effect, it might be weird but please understand the reason...
