I couldn't feel the pain anymore. All I wanted to do was slice my wrist with the sharpest thing in sight and dwell with the pain that I will have to deal with in the morning. I was in a coma of crying and laying in bed all day long unable to move a bone.
My mind clouded with memories of a year ago. Unable to communicate and lonely. My mental illness's has taken over me. There was no particular sense of life left over in me. I felt buried and unconscious, mostly hurt. I dreaded to keep relation with any one. Pessimistic with fear and exasperation. Utterly unable to breath in the dense world I lived in. Horrific and blind I felt. Everything felt inside out.
I wasn't courageous to venture out on my own into the delusional world I lived amongst. I was already so close to being eaten by the darkness I became friends with. Other than the fact I was already hollow and misjudged by my public appearance. Arranging myself to understand that no one can reach the ideality of perfection, but I still tried.
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Teen FictionOnce all the people left and the lights were off, I cried or in other words we cried. My bad luck and I. We cried till morning when my eyes and her became weak and we disappeared. We disappeared into deep, deep rest. The type of rest that is scorchi...
