That night was the first i felt my mind explode into little pieces of pain, scratching my scalp to escape the repetitive memories of dean while walking to diamond palace from my home. I escaped that asylum, while pouring my eyes out. The urge to smoke was on my mind. If you get high you will forget about all of this dreadful pain playing over and over again in my precious mind but instead, i jumped in front of the 417, where i was calming to attend my dads house. Guess what. This wasn't real it was just a thought that i wanted to happen urgently. I was to scared to end my life, as all the aspiring thoughts asking me, what if?
