But you can stop.
You have the fucking will power to stop.
You just don't.
You don't make a single attempt to make things better.
You just sit there with your blade.
Like it's your best friend.
Like there is no one else that could help you.
Anytime.
Anytime you could stop, but you have yourself believing that's the only way to solve your problems.
YOU ARE READING
Apologies
Non-FictionThis 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.
