Life isn't a gift, I realise that now.
Life just clings onto us like a disease. We play with bombs like kids play with toys but even though we are all that we have left we still aim to kill. We pretend we are made of steel whilst living in a battle field.
I never realised how it would hit me. I laughed when I saw the article in the newspaper just because I didn't believe it. But as he never turned up to class my mind began to process the whole information. He was actually gone.
They say he was going through a rough time. A phase they called it. They were pointing the fingers at everyone but him saying they drove him to it when really it's your own choice. Who would want to live in a society where we have to fake who we are every second.
The pictures were worse. I suppose his parents wanted the fame and sympathy, also the amount of money they got for giving the newspaper crap stories and pictures is ridiculous.
One of the pictures hurt the most. It was the one of him in the bath. The one holding a blade in a limp hand with his head underwater. As I saw what was carved into his arm It hit me.
I was the one who killed him.
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Poisoned mind
RastgeleDon'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...
