I broke. I can't take it. I shattered into millions of pieces. Too weak to think. Only wanting one thing. Pain. Numbness. I want to let go. I need to let go. I need to. The blade taunts me. My mind screams. I scream. I can't take it anymore. I grab the blade. I cut into my skin like a flower cutting through the dirt. Deep. Deeper. It hurts. Red trickles down my arm like ice cream trickling down my hands. Warm and sunny. Happy. I used to be happy. I broke. I'm broken.
YOU ARE READING
Finally Broken
Короткий рассказThe noises used to make me feel happy. Happiness is nostalgic to me, and now the noises sound like screams, bombs being set off right next to me. Cries of pain, sobbing. Then, silence. The silence hurts the most, and then I feel numb. I feel no pain...
