The smoke drifts and swirls. In the air grey lines twirl. Around your head, you take a breath. A toxic breath that could end it all. All the pain all the stress. Is it ever worth the mess? The room is clouded vision blurred. Your whole world is turned. You take one more hit. You let out the smoke and sit. In the cloud that could end it all. One shallow breath escapes your lips. Slowly your mind slips. Into a world where there's no pain. Without the pain there is no gain. Your vision blurs. One last breath is all you have. You breath it in. Then you let the dark nothingness seep within. With one blink you're gone. Was it ever worth the mess? No you have gained less. As dark takes over. Death is soon to come. The smoke settles a thick grey blanket covers you. Sleeping in a forever state you let it all go. All the pain all the stress. Who knew you could go so soon.
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Apologies
Kurgu OlmayanThis is just something that hit me like a rock. It's not a story it's my real thoughts. Mostly just me venting about shit I think about or am actually experiencing. Vent poetry. Some things I write can be triggering so you have been warned.
